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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 at lot with its broken heart.

I prayed that soon the hour would end
Then I could relax - no more children to tend.
Soon the hour was over – it felt good to be free,
I said, "Once a month is too much for me".

That very next Sunday as I sat in the pew,


It was a very good sermon, but visitors were few.
But a woman was there and her soul was saved
And she was that Mother of that crying babe.

Then it dawned on me that I had been a part
Of one being saved - giving God their heart.
From that day on I never would dread
Working in the Nursery while souls were being fed.

~ Author Unknown ~


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