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 duty was now done; my soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time to spread, not a single word of cheer. No time to speak of Heavenly Eternal things, or where one might be headed, on a pathway of suffering and fear, instead having love and cheer.
They'd laugh at me I'd fear, or call me fanatic in my beliefs instead.
No time, no time, too much to do, that was my constant cry, no time to give to other souls in need but my very own.. But at last the time did come, it was my turn to die.
As I went before the Lord on high, I stood there with downcast eyes. For in His hands He held a book; I knew was The book of Life.
The Great Spirit Creator 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"
The Ancestors of my people, and all the ones� I loved so dear, turned their backs and shunned me, weeping so many tears.
