THE
STORY OF A FOOL
One day there
was a little task
God wanted me to do,
But I said, "Lord, you'll
have to wait
I've got no time for you."
"I have a litle child to
raise,
And prices are so high;
Besides, we've found a house
and lot
We thought we'd like to
buy."
So I took on some extra
work,
No church-I was too tired.
But I got up on Monday morning,
I had to-or get fired!
Then I said, "I'll have
to use
The money I owe You.
I have so many creditors
Whose bills are coming due."
And so I went along for
years
With never a thought for
God;
Until one day my little
child
Was laid beneath the sod.
The lovely home we'd bought
for her
Seemed empty now-so bare.
In anguish then I turned
to God
And cried, "It isn't fair
"That you should take my
little one
And cause my wife these
tears;
When we have been so happy
here
These few short, busy years."
'Twas then I heard the voice
of God
Come ringing in my ear-
"I called upon you once
but then
My cry you would not hear.
"Now in your grief you cry
for Me,
'Why must this sad thing
be?'
Your little child became
your god,
She took the place of Me."
Oh my dear friend, find
time for God,
In everything you do.
If not, you'll find that
one day He
Shall have no time for you.
-Jane McGinley-
Since July 3, 1998