J.M.J.
J.M.J.
MY HOUR GLASS
WHAT HAVE I DONE FOR JESUS TODAY?
THERE NEVER SEEMS ENOUGH TIME TO PRAY.
I WATCHED TV; I HAD SOME BILLS TO PAY;
MAYBE TOMORROW I WILL FIND A WAY.
THE ALARM IS RINGING; IT’S A QUARTER TO NINE;
I’LL JUST HIT THE SNOOZE; I GOT PLENTY OF TIME.
WHAT IF I GO AND THEN STAND IN LINE
JUST TO RECEIVE THE BREAD AND THE WINE?
I NEED MY REST; I’M SURE GOD UNDERSTANDS;
HE KNOWS THE HARDSHIPS BY THE NAILS IN HIS HANDS.
WHAT I REMEMBER OF GOD’S COMMANDS,
ONE DAY OF PRAYERS WAS NOT IN HIS PLANS.
BUT WHAT IF I SLEEP AND NEVER AWAKE?
COULD I SAY TO GOD I HAVE MADE A MISTAKE?
WHEN THE MOUNTAINS CRUMBLE AND THE EARTH STARTS TO SHAKE,
WILL GOD IN HIS MERCY FIND THE TIME FOR MY SAKE?
“THY WILL BE DONE”
1-28-1994