Wanda Daugherty Poet Rhyme

Storytime

Storytime

Its time to tell the story;
We'll soon be going home,
To stand before our maker,
I don't want to go alone.

I want to bring folks with me.
The Sun is sinking fast.
I want to tell the story,
Because that is what He asked.

You know how much He suffered,
And how he took our blame.
Oh tell it now my Brother;
Please don't be ashamed.

Tell it! Tell the story;
The hour's growing late.
Many have not heard it.
There is no time to wait.

There are those you have been given.
That only you can reach.
If not you, then who will tell them?
It is your task to teach.

It's time to tell the story,
And when at last you're through.
So live that when you're finished.
They'll know the story's true.

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