Our bibles lay on dusty shelves
Our prayer life’s lost its flare
But yet we look inside ourselves
With self appraising stare
Deceived! We sing the sweetest song
Dancing the same old lie
We say we’re right all others wrong
And cease to wonder why
We say God’s love with nod and smile
In praise we sing and shout
But when God calls we run a mile
Without the slightest doubt
We’ll seek the greatest gifts alright
In church the highest chair
Life’s crown of gold our robe of white
And all of Heaven’s fair
But on the street when called to sing
When someone’s soul’s to free
Religion’s then a personal thing
That no one else should see
We close content our closet door
We sit till old and grey
But is this; what Jesus died for
And why He saves today
We need to change we must repent
Give body heart and soul
Serving The Lord is just life’s rent
Until we reach our goal
We need to lend a helping hand
We need to serve the few
Until we’ve reached The Promised Land
There’s still on earth to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem