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
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