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 cried a lot with it’s broken heart.

I prayed that soon the hour would end.

That I could relax felt good to be free.

I said once a month was too much for me!

That 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 I had been a part of one being saved

giving God her heart.

From that day one, I would never dread

Working in the nursery while souls were being fed.

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