Priorities (Poem)

Priorities

Busy, busy, busy,
I feel myself to be.
So busy keeping busy
I forgot priorities.

No time to stop and kneel in prayer
No time to read Thy Word,
My heart is full of anxious care,
My faith is unassured.

Martha said to Mary,
“Come do the chores with me!”
Mary said to Martha,
“With Jesus I must first be.”

So Martha said to Jesus,
“Something must be done!
There is much to do and so little time,
Make my sister come!”

But Jesus said to Martha,
“My dear, let’s get things straight.
Your soul must first feast on me,
All other things can wait.”