Classic Poem

Too busy to read a chapter a day,
Too busy, yes, much too busy to pray,
Too busy to think of your wasted past.
In this whirlwind life which we know won't last.

Too busy to speak a word of cheer,
To the heart-broken friend, that stands so near.
Too busy to help lift his heavy load,
That he's trying to carry on life's rough road.

Too busy gathering a dollar and dime,
For the worthwhile things we haven't time.
The devil keeps whispering, “Grab your share,
Why waste precious hours in prayer?”

Too busy to heed the orphans cry,
And with a glance we hurry by,
Some day we'll lift our voice to the sky,
For not one of us is too busy to die.

Perhaps when we reach that pearly white throne,
God will be too busy to call us His own,
So let us calm down to slower pace,
Be ready to meet Jesus face to face.