NO TIME
I knelt to pray, but not for long,
I had too much to do,
Must hurry off and get to work,
Fot bills will soon come due.
And so I said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees,
My Christian Duty now wa done,
My soul could be at ease.
All through the day I had no time
To speak a word of cheer,
No time to give to those in need
No time to make life dear.
At last it came my time to die
And before the Lord I came
Standing at the judgement seat
His call I did not heed
With cast down eyes I stood there
At Him I could not look
But one thing caught my wandrin eye
In His hand he held a book
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!
ANON
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A man is in bed with his wife when there is a rat-a-tat-tat on the door.
He rolls over and looks at his clock, and it’s half past three in the morning.
“I’m not getting out of bed at this time,” he thinks, and rolls over. Then, a louder knock follows.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” says his wife.
So he drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs. He opens the door and there is man standing at the door. It didn’t take the homeowner long to realize the man was drunk.
“Hi there,” slurs the stranger. “Can you give me a push?”
“No, get lost. It’s half past three. I was in bed,” says the man and slams the door. He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened and she says, “Dave, that wasn’t very nice of you. Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the baby sitter and you had to knock on that man’s house to get us started again? What would have happened if he’d told us to get lost?”
“But the guy was drunk,” says the husband.
“It doesn’t matter,” says the wife. “He needs our help and it would be the right thing to help him.” So the husband gets out of bed again, gets dressed
and goes downstairs. He opens the door, and not being able to see the stranger anywhere he shouts, “Hey, do you still want a push?”
And he hears a voice cry out, “Yeah, please.”
So, still being unable to see the stranger he shouts, “Where are you?”
And the stranger replies, “I’m over here, on your swing.”