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Making God Second Best
I’m always prompt to punch the clock; I never miss a date; But when I go to worship God, I’m usually always late. I wouldn’t think of leaving work, to visit brother Fred; I just wait ‘til Sunday comes, And forsake the church instead. I never miss a day of work; Perfection’s what I seek; But I miss the worship of my God, Once or twice a week. I talk with people daily, Of many subjects rife, But I never mention Jesus, Nor show Him in my life. I spend extra on my family, For things I can’t afford; But I don’t remember, ever, Giving extra to the Lord. When your life on earth is over, And they lay you down to rest, How can He say to you, “Well done,” If you’ve made Him second best?
Author unknown
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