I have read this poem years ago when I saw this written on my sister’s notebook.. And after that, I have forgotten about it over the years..

Just today, I remembered this poem again after I spoke to a friend.. I asked him if he dropped by a church on his birthday to give thanks.. The answer I got was ‘he forgot since he got too busy the past days’.. I told him I was really disappointed not because he promised me that he’ll go, but because I was expecting too much from the person..

I see him pray before meals which I haven’t been doing so I was expecting that on his special day, he’ll give thanks to God that he is still alive.. Well, I guess, promises are really made to be broken especially if you really didn’t mean it..

Anyway, after that conversation, I immediately looked it up and publish it here:

No Time

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.

So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Godly duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.

All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of God to friends,
They’d laugh at me I’d fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in His hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.

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..”