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Such busy, busy lives we lead.
So many, many things we need.
People coming! People going!
Schedules always, growing. Growing!
Wake and dress the kids, then feed them.
Every move, I have to lead them.
Them to day care, me to work place.
Moving at a toss and jerk pace.
Work consumes ‘bout half my day.
Got to have some time to play.
Still the house and clothes need cleanin’.
Friends with struggles, on me, leanin’.
Beds to make and dishes to do.
Seems the chores are never through.
So many excuses from which we can choose,
to keep us from paying our, long, over-dues.
Our walks must be a daily thing.
Our lives must be our offering.
Not here and there, when we find time.
But every step that we should climb.
It shouldn’t be a downhill chore,
but all you’ve got and then some more.
It seems the proper thing to do,
since he had gave his life for you.
To those who serve their Lord, sincere.
You hear my message loud and clear.
To those, like me, who make excuses.
Let’s remove these evil nooses.
By trying harder every day.
By making time to read and pray.
By sharing every chance we get.
By jumping in and getting wet.
The service turns from work to pleasure.
Every day, in search of treasure.
Time to end this nursery rhyme.
Tell me now, you don’t have time.