I went into this hire shop the other day
A Gospel CD. I wanted them to play
I wondered if the songs had a good going lilt
So I spoke to this bald headed man dressed in a kilt
But he just stood there and did not answer back
And the more I enquired; the less he spake
Is he deaf; I wondered; I prodded him in the tummy
I felt a right fool; he was only a plastic dummy
My face went red; my embarrassment was dire
Along with this dummy; more dressed in wedding attire
Oh gracious; I thought; your eyesight is not improving
I will only speak again when I see a "dummy" moving
A big head moved; at last a living guy
Can I hear that CD playing before I buy?
Yes----well all right; he grumpily answered me
Just hold on a wee moment; I have another customer to see
Dead on; I said; just take your hurry
I am not in any rush; please do not worry
For the fellow I could see was working non-stop
So I stood and viewed around the wee hire shop
But then I got tired waiting; so I spoke in a civil tone
I will be back again; but I must go home to Portglenone
Just hold on there now sir; he shouted; I'm free!
And in the music centre he stuck on the CD
So I listened to a song and it was pretty good
But I will hear another one; so at the counter I stood
My eye had rested on the dummy dressed in tartan
When I heard someone say; measure me for a suit here Martin
On the shop floor an elderly couple stood
I did not want to stare; I thought it would be rude
As Martin around the man's waist did measure
The result of which made the couple smile with pleasure
It is forty; said Martin; I am sure that will do
A pair of trousers forty-two will be too slack on you
Oh my dear; said the woman; that is great
I am pleased; said the man; that I have lost some weight
I listened to their chat with a bit of a grin
And thought; I have also lost weight for the burden of my sin
From my wicked heart; by Jesus has been lifted
And now eternal life to me has been gifted
The length of the tape may measure your waist
The length of your time is departing in haste
And some day your soul will take flight
Have you been measured for a new robe of white?
How can you measure God's great love for you?
And the depth of suffering Jesus went through
Can you measure the width of His arms stretched wide
And the length He went for you when He died
Can you measure the heights He will carry you to?
When He reaches down in the depth of the pit for you
Tarry not long to take that outstretched hand
For the length of your time is at His command
The length of eternity has no beginning or end
Consider dear friend where in its everlasting you will spend
In the depths of the darkness or in the heights of the glory
And this is what I thought of when a tape told a story