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My sister is taking a meal to the sick
My brother has gone a wayward one to see
They both were busy, no “convenient” time to pick
But what about me?
They invite their neighbors to come to church
Have over people with frequency and glee
For good deeds they seem to constantly search
But what about me?
He’s a leader of others, she’s winsome and sweet,
He’s teaching the class, she’s full of hospitality,
They’re meeting the visitors, their lunch they will treat,
But what about me?
My life’s not more complicated, my resources so few,
That some little something I just cannot do
God wants me to warm so much more than my pew,
Others are active, and I can be too.
I don’t have to do some dramatic, huge act,
But with little needs every life’s brimming and packed,
If I could be impressed with just one simple fact,
I can supply something where once it had lacked.
I’ll look at life differently today, as I can,
Will spring to my feet after bowing my knee,
When asked, “Who ‘II help this child or woman or man?”
I’ll say, “What about me?”
Neal Pollard
via preacherpollard.wordpress.com