I remember when I was only four,
Mother would bring me round to the store
And just ourside of 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: "Well 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 your'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"
And now it's sort of a habit I 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"
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"
There are things inside me, bad and good
That nobody knows and nobody could.
Excepting Our Lord, and I like Him to know
And He helps 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 (thought 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.
"Just for a minute"
