No Time
He knelt to pray, but not for long
He had so much to do
To work all day, he had to go
For bills would soon be due
To busy all day, he had no time
To help the child who'd fallen
No time to return the messages
Of friends who had been callin'
At home the children wait all day
For their daddy to play ball
No time, no time, there's work to do
For leaves are soon to fall
Now church is over, its time to go
No need to stick around
No time for all this foolish talk
I need to till the ground
No time for God, no time for friends
No time to dare and do
Don't give the ones you love so much
The one thing this man knew - no time
Copyright © Bethany St John | Year Posted 2012
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