THE POEM
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
Now do you have the time to pass it on?
Make sure that you scroll through to the end.

Easy vs. Hard
Why is it so hard to tell the truth,
But yet so easy to tell a lie?
Why are we so sleepy in church,
But right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?
Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty
stuff?
Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine,
But yet so easy to look at a nasty one?
Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- mail,
But yet we forward all of the nasty ones?
Why are the churches getting smaller
But yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?
Do you give up?
Think about it. Are you going to forward this, or delete it?
Just remember-God is watching you.

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England
town.
One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old
bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.
Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response,
Pastor Thomas began to speak...
"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward
me swinging this bird cage.
On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold
and fright.
I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?"
"Just some old birds," came the reply.
"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered.
"I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight.
I'm gonna have a real good time."
"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy.
"They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
The pastor was silent for a moment.
"How much do you want for those birds, son?"
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister.
They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing.
They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said,
"$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill.
He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.
The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley
where there was a tree and a grassy spot.
Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars
persuaded the birds out, setting them free.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor
began to tell this story.
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation.
Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and
boasting.
"Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap,
used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry
and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and
smoke and curse.
I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other.
I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you get done with them?"
Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, you don't want those people.
They ain't no good.
Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you.
They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you.
You don't want those people!!"
"How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered,
"All your blood, tears and your life."
Jesus said, "DONE!"
Then He paid the price.
Jesus died for your sin. For your life.
Imagine!
He could have lived longer on earth and let the world be condemned but He
choose to die for us!
Isin't that wonderful?
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the
pulpit.
Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then
wonder why the world's going to hell. (not joking)
Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan
(who, by the way, also "believes" in God and also knows the bible better
than us christians).
We know this because we have been decieved by him before.
Know this!
Even Christians can make mistakes.
We are not perfect no matter how hard we try that is why we turn to Jesus
for help.
Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they
spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the
Lord, people think twice about sharing?
We Christians know that the devil is as real as you are reading this e-mail
and this is not a joke.
I'm serious.
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.
Believe in him and be saved its that simple.
All your sins that you have committed will be forgiven.
Even some of the most darkest secrets can be forgiven.
He (Jesus) is all knowing.
He knows everything that you have done and is willing to forgive you.

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