"Lord, Is It I?" (a poem)
As on life's road I rush along,
Seeking its pleasure with the throng,
Looking for fun and flattery,
Have you forgotten--Calvary?
Pitiful tribes in darkness grope,
Never have heard of Christ, their Hope;
More fancy churches, this the plea,
While I'm forgetting--Calvary.
Houses and cars and freezers fine,
While hungry orphans wait in line,
Rice in their bowls they cannot see
While I'm forgetting--Calvary.
Lepers, unwanted, homeless roam,
While faithless stewards rest at home;
Sad is their plight; their agony,
While I'm forgetting--Calvary.
Plenty for self from God's own store,
Deaf is my ear as cries outpour,
Calloused my heart, O, can it be
That I've forgotten--Calvary?
Treasures of earth will soon decay,
Nothing above I've stored away;
Wood, hay, and stubble, woe is me,
If I've forgotten--Calvary.
"Whose shall these THINGS be"
When I'm gone?
Things I have set my heart upon;
Naught in my hand to offer Thee--
LORD, I've forgotten--Calvary!
--Mable F. Miller