No time to write
I prayed quick, then rushed to work. Too busy to help, a selfish quirk. No time for others, just self-care, Ignoring God's love, beyond compare. Death came knocking, judgment near, My name missing, a cause of fear. "No time to write," the Lord did say, My wasted life, a mournful fray.
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