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By Darryl McCollum
I know, Lord, I should stop, and take time to pray; but it seems when I've stopped, I've run out of day. Example: at college, there was school, friends and sports, Band practice, drama club, and fun of all sorts, Not to mention the job to help pay the rent; I can't stop right now, Lord, I'll be out in a tent. Once all grown up, responsibility came on, Like a freight train it hit me, my past life was gone. Now there's a wife, three kids and a dog; I needed a career; had to get off that log. Found a great job Lord, just ten hours a day, With occasional weekends, I'll have time to pray. Oops, I forgot about baseball, my son's first big game; the eldest one has soccer - darn! what a shame. I'll get back to you Lord, soon as I can; but I promised baby we'd rent "Peter Pan." Finally, retirement, the kids are all gone; The only bad part, I'm back mowing the lawn. Now I've got time - all the time I'll be needing to catch up on golf, the TV, and my weeding. Things finally slowed down Lord; you see I died last night. But, I told you we'd talk Lord, remember? Right? Wait - this isn't heaven! Who are you? Hey... I don't have time for this hot stuff, I need to pray!
