Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Get To Church On Time

Dear Brothers and Sisters, I used to
not like Sundays, not one little bit at all!
I had to go to church when my parents
gave me the early wake up call!

Mom said."Hurry up or we will be late
We'll miss what the preacher has to say."
So, I hurried up all the while hoping the
car would tear up on the way.

But it never did, not even a flat tire--God
made sure I got to Church on time.
Seldom though did I understand the sermon -
to me it wasn't worth a dime.

Then one Sunday morning I jumped out of
bed, I think I was 15 or 16 years old.
I was ready to get to Church on time--I did
not know that soon I would be one in the Fold!!

I thought I would share this with you and if
you are not saved---ask Jesus to come!!
And He will come into your heart as soon as
you ask Him, all glory be to God's Son!!

Written by George Edward Noe


Ujamaa Christian Poetry