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 Christian 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 Christ 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"

This poem and picture was sent to me by Kelsey, one of my granddaughters.

It warms my heart to know that her friend sent it to her and she sent it to me. 

My reply included the "secret" below:

I'll tell you a BIG secret!

God would have had time ... because for Him, there are no limits. 

But, ... (and this is the secrete) He doesn't keep the book. The reality is that each of us keeps our own records, and if we don't get our names in  the book it's because we don't take the time to do it. And, ... even worse, it's automatic.

Every time we tell someone we love them or give them a hug, every time we share with others, whenever we smile at someone or cheer them up, we put a notation in the book.

Love,
Grandpa