NO TIME FOR GOD by Blosom Coutinho
 
We have time to build houses, and in them dwell,
And time to do business - to buy and to sell;
But none for repentance, or deep earnest prayer;
To seek our salvation, we have no time to spare.
We've time for Earth's pleasures, for frolic and fun,
For her glittering treasures, how quickly we run;
But care not to seek the fair mansion above,
The favor of God or the gift of his love.
We've time to take voyages over the sea,
And time to take in the world's jubilee;
But soon our bright hopes will be lost in the gloom
Of the cold dark river of death and the tomb.
We've time to resort to the mountain and glen;
And time to gain knowledge from books and from men;
Yet no time to search for the wisdom of God,
But what of our soul when we're under the sod?
For time will not linger when helpless we lie,
Staring death in the face, we will take time to die.Then, what of the judgment - pause, think, I implore!
For time will be lost on eternity's shore.