I hear some folks say,
"There aren't enough hours in my day,"
When in reality there are still twenty four!
If there was any way they could get,
Twenty five they would stew and fret,
Because they couldn't get more!

They hurry and they scurry,
And continually worry,
That they won't get enough work done!
They skimp and they save,
'Til they end up in their grave,
Without any time for fun!

While on Earth they trod,
There's no time for God,
Not to mention their fellow man!
Though others are in need,
Their eyes are filled with greed!
They horde all they can!

So, on Judgment Day,
They will hear Jesus say,
"You had no time for Me!"
"Now you shall dwell,"
"In a place called Hell,"
"For all Eternity!"

Robert F. Dotson © 2008
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