Just Imagine
Just imagine the Lord saying, "I didn't have time
To write down your name, in this Holy Book of mine."
I've had meetings with the angels, had to heal the blind
and lame,
And, you know, it's been a long time since you called upon
my name.
"I remember, oh so clearly, the last time you called on
me.
You said you were sick, broke, and lonely
And that was back in '73."
You said, "Lord, I really need you and I don't know what
to do."
And, 'could I find it in my heart, to take time out for
you?'
So, I took the time to listen to all your earthly needs.
I restored your health and riches, and planted loving
seeds.
Then you became too busy, trying to make an extra dime,
Instead of calling on my name when things were going fine.
You took my love for granted. There was no time for me or
prayer.
So, when I open up this Book Of Life,
You'll find your page is ... bare.
© 2003 by Vickie Lambdin
vlambdin@bellsouth.net