Speak Little Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You talk about Jesus
And insist thus
But speak nothing
How he is special and something

Is he only standing by?
Or making you to try
With earnest means
That was not seen before

"Jesus is with you" as you call
But why do not you recall
Many poor around
Who need Him to be found?

Why do not you work for them?
And find out in turn
What lies secret about happiness?
And how can it reflect on face?

It is one kind
Of blind faith
You only try to show him around and speak
But in fact you are weak

Speak little
But struggle
For his guidance
And presence