I can’t help those around in need
Even if they’re tired and bleed.
Why you ask? They don’t want help
They struggle, they fight and don’t tell.
I can’t help people who are stubborn
or so proud to reach for a hand.
They’ve done nothing since they’re born
They can be counted like the sand.
I can’t help the suffering in the world.
I feel their pain but unable to move.
I’m not hiding nor am I burrowed
away somewhere in a selfish groove.
Lord, don’t let me live just for myself.
I want my life to touch others around.
Don’t let my heart get cold on a shelf
like Your Word thrown on the ground.
You are alive and I know You’re there.
May others see You through my life.
I want more wisdom than I even dare
To fill this vessel, to clean me like a knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem