I recently got this poem as part of one of those long chain emails. You know the type, those emails with kittens and puppies licking each other's noses, Shiites and Sunnis attending bar mitzvahs, and cute little bunnies playing in the warm light of the sunset. I have to say this poem was the ugliest part of the email (and not just because of the horrifically unimaginative title.) "The Poem" made me happy, happy it wasn't true.
The Poem
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.....
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
