As they cut her from the wreck

Quickly Children, hurry, scurry, Sabbath's almost here.

Pack up the toys and tidy your room sunset’s drawing near.

Clink & clatter, dishes gather, and the bench we must clear,

Cloth the table, sweep the floor, and hurry please my dear.

Make the bed, and vacuum out, the sun is almost down.

Just a minute I’ll be back I must get fuel in town.

Quick where’s your shirt and my skirt, I must give them an Iron.

Can someone run outside and get the clothes in off the line?

On goes the oven the food is in I hope it cooks in time.

While it cooks I’ll wipe the sink and clean of all the grime.

Turn on the light I cannot see, the sun it must be down

Quickly children grab your bibles lets all gather round.

Lets just tell God we’re sorry things weren’t done on time,

After all to not be ready, is it such a crime?

Next week will be different, we won’t leave things so late,

The house we will have tidy and not in such a state.

My Friend…

If we can’t be ready for Sabbath which comes around each week,

What about His second coming of which we often speak

We will not be ready when that day doth appear,

But rather we’ll cry out in terror and hide because of fear.