What Do You Call It? Poem by margaret haig

What do you call it, when you have a disability,

And once your were at a church, and now you're not;

But no one from the church comes but say excuse me,

I cannot be there, I no longer can cope, did I put them in a spot?


What do you call it, is it an excuse, or am I contagious at all?

If your in a wheelchair, Being in a church my problem is small;

Why can't look past the chair, and see my need, today,

Even a phone call would help, but their heart says no way.


What do they call it, If some one is not so very well,

And can't get to church, pain is bad, they won't hear when I tell;

That I need fellowship from folks, so I don't shrink,

But they don't listen, their brains just don't think.


What does God call it, to leave a Christian alone,

That isn't very well, and yet, no one will ring on the phone;

I thought the Lord taught us, think of others first,

And when one is unwell, they shouldn't allow their bubble to burst.


Please Lord! Help me to have fellowship in some way,

When I can't get to church, they'd come some day;

It hurts to be left, with no calls, cards, or visitors as well,

Please Lord, make them think, to make my phone to bell.