No Time For God
Unknown. Taken from the 1971 Annual Communication of the Grand Lodge of Mississippi F.&A.M.
You've time to build houses and in them to dwell
And time to do business -- to buy and to sell;
But none for repentance, or deep earnest prayer;
To seek your salvation, you've no time to spare.
You've time for earth's pleasure, for frolic, for fun,
For glittering trees how quickly you run.
But care not to seek the fair mansions above;
The favor of God or the gift of His love.
You've time to take voyages over the sea
And time to take in the gay world's jubilee;
But soon your bright hopes will be lost in the gloom
Of the cold dark river of death and the tomb.
You've time to resort to woods, mountains and glen
And time to gain knowledge from books and men;
But you've no time to search for the wisdom of God.
But what of your soul when you're under the sod?
For time will not linger when helpless you lie
Staring death in the face, you will take time to die.
Then what of the judgment? Pause, think, I implore
For time will soon be lost on eternity's shore.
Unknown. Taken from the 1971 Annual Communication of the Grand Lodge of Mississippi F.&A.M.
You've time to build houses and in them to dwell
And time to do business -- to buy and to sell;
But none for repentance, or deep earnest prayer;
To seek your salvation, you've no time to spare.
You've time for earth's pleasure, for frolic, for fun,
For glittering trees how quickly you run.
But care not to seek the fair mansions above;
The favor of God or the gift of His love.
You've time to take voyages over the sea
And time to take in the gay world's jubilee;
But soon your bright hopes will be lost in the gloom
Of the cold dark river of death and the tomb.
You've time to resort to woods, mountains and glen
And time to gain knowledge from books and men;
But you've no time to search for the wisdom of God.
But what of your soul when you're under the sod?
For time will not linger when helpless you lie
Staring death in the face, you will take time to die.
Then what of the judgment? Pause, think, I implore
For time will soon be lost on eternity's shore.