I often wonder why the church is empty a lot of the times when I go to pray....do a lot of people come to visit Him during the day?.......I dont mind being there alone....I actually prefer it but always wonder ......how many people came to see him today! This little poem that I found in moms things made me reflect on that a little tonight! “Just for a Minute” I remember when I was only four, Mother would bring me ‘round to the store, And just outside the Church she’d stand, “Come in,” she’d say, reaching for my hand, “Just for a minute” Then I got real big, I mean seven years old, And I went by myself, but was always told: When passing the Church , don’t forget to call, And tell Our Lord about lessons and all, “Just for a minute” And now it’s sort of a habit I‘ve got, In the evening, coming from Casey’s lot Though it takes me out of my way a bit, To slip into Church with my hat and mitt, “Just for a minute” There are things inside of me, bad and good, That nobody knows and nobody could Excepting Our Lord, I like Him to know, And He helps, when in for a visit I go “Just for a minute” He finds it lonesome when nobody comes (There are many hours when nobody comes) And He’s pleased when anyone passing by Stops in (though it’s only a little guy) “Just for a minute” I know what happens when people die, But I won’t be scared, and I’ll tell you why: When Our Lord is judging my soul, I feel He’ll remember the times I went in to kneel “Just for a minute” No Author noted
Posted on: Tue, 03 Jun 2014 02:31:12 +0000