The Poem.

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This a poem from my friend, DeWayne White, a Veteran. Thank you DeWayne!

The Poem
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'

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own understanding; think about Him in all your ways, and He will guide you on the right paths.

Proverbs 3:5-6

A people that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both.” —Dwight D. Eisenhower

As former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher once said, “Socialism is a great idea, until you run out of other people’s money!” A simple reality gone missing, among intellectual types like the big -0.