The Invitation

All are called, but few reply,
So many tasks before I die.
There’s always time — or so I say,
I’ll think of you another day.

After all, I cannot see
The One who whispers, “Come to me.”
My hands are full with things I see —
My world, my plans, my vanity.

But someday, maybe, when I’m free,
I’ll pause and finally turn to Thee.
Yet time moves fast, the door may close —
Will I respond before life goes?

“For many are called, but few are chosen.”
— Matthew 22:14

For His Glory
MarkWaldrop