My late Aunt Carrie gave me this little poem about twenty years ago.  The author is unknown, but it still rings true today as it did so many years ago.  We hope it will bless you.  We hope it will make you think.
                  Too Busy

Too busy to read the Bible,
      Too busy to wait and pray;
Too busy to speak out kindly
      To someone along the way.
Too busy with cares and struggles
      To think of the life to come,
Too busy building mansions,
      To plan for the heavenly home.
Too busy to help a brother,
      who faces the winter's blast;
Too busy to share the burdens
      When self in the balance is cast.
Too busy for all that is holy
      On earth beneath the sky,
Too busy to serve the Master,
      But not too busy to die.



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