I remember when I was only four,
Mother would bring me ‘round to the store
And just outside of the church she’d stand,
And “Come in,” she’d say, reaching down for my hand.
“Just for a minute”
Mother would bring me ‘round to the store
And just outside of the church she’d stand,
And “Come in,” she’d say, reaching down for my hand.
“Just for a minute”
And then when I started going to school,
She’d bring me down every day as a rule,
But first the steps to the church we’d climb,
And she’d say: “We’ll go in ~ you’ve always got time.”
“Just for a minute”
She’d bring me down every day as a rule,
But first the steps to the church we’d climb,
And she’d say: “We’ll go in ~ you’ve always got time.”
“Just for a minute”
Then I got real big, I mean seven years old,
And I went by myself, but was always told,
When you’re passing the church, don’t forget to call,
And tell Our Lord about lessons and all.
“Just for a minute”
And I went by myself, but was always told,
When you’re passing the church, don’t forget to call,
And tell Our Lord about lessons and all.
“Just for a minute”
Sometimes I run most of the way,
Or meet some guys and we stop to play,
But I manage to squeeze out time enough
To make the church where I pant and puff.
“Just for a minute”
Or meet some guys and we stop to play,
But I manage to squeeze out time enough
To make the church where I pant and puff.
“Just for a minute”
And now it’s sort of a habit I’ve got,
In the evening coming from Casey’s lot,
Though it takes me out of my way a bit,
To slip into church with my bat and mitt.
“Just for a minute”
In the evening coming from Casey’s lot,
Though it takes me out of my way a bit,
To slip into church with my bat and mitt.
“Just for a minute”
But sometimes I see the other fellows
Standing around and I just go yellow,
I pass by the door, but a Voice within
Seems to say, real sad: “So you wouldn’t come in.”
“Just for a minute”
Standing around and I just go yellow,
I pass by the door, but a Voice within
Seems to say, real sad: “So you wouldn’t come in.”
“Just for a minute”
There are things inside of me bad and good
That nobody knows and nobody could,
Excepting Our Lord, and I like Him to know
And he helps me when in for a visit I go.
“Just for a minute”
That nobody knows and nobody could,
Excepting Our Lord, and I like Him to know
And he helps me when in for a visit I go.
“Just for a minute”
He finds it lonesome when nobody comes
(There are hours upon hours when nobody comes)
And He’s pleased when anybody passing by
Stops in (though it’s only a little guy)
(There are hours upon hours when nobody comes)
And He’s pleased when anybody passing by
Stops in (though it’s only a little guy)
“Just for a minute”
I know what happens when people die,
But I won’t be scared, and I’ll tell you why
When Our Lord is judging my soul, I feel
He’ll remember the times I went to kneel.
But I won’t be scared, and I’ll tell you why
When Our Lord is judging my soul, I feel
He’ll remember the times I went to kneel.
“Just for a minute”
it will not be long until I come to visit you again.
Till then, I leave my poor heart before the Tabernacle.
Let its every beat tell You that I love You,
and that I am longing to be free to be with You.
Bless me before I go, my Jesus.
Bless my home and undertakings.
Bless my friends, and my enemies, too.
Amen!
Till then, I leave my poor heart before the Tabernacle.
Let its every beat tell You that I love You,
and that I am longing to be free to be with You.
Bless me before I go, my Jesus.
Bless my home and undertakings.
Bless my friends, and my enemies, too.
Amen!
