ONLINE CHURCH BULLETIN
MY TURN IN THE NURSERY
Last Sunday was my turn in the nursery to work.
My heart wasn't in it, and my feelings were hurt.
A child from its mother did not want to part,
And it cried a lot; with its broken heart.
I prayed that soon the hour would end.
That I could relax - no more children to tend.
Soon the hour was over, felt good to be free,
I said once a month was too much for me.
The very next Sunday as I sat in the pew,
A very good sermon, but visitors were few;
But down came a woman, and her soul was saved,
And she was the mother of the crying babe.
Then it dawned on me that l had been a part,
of one being saved, giving God their heart.
From that day on, I never dread working in the nursery with children, while souls are being fed.