Upon the shelf, God’s servants while
Like books that gather dust
Imagine Satan’s joyful smile
Or Jesus’ sheer disgust
God’s servants say, “Does no one care?
To Christ I too belong
Yet some who have the highest chair –Mt.23: 1-
Won’t let me sing God’s song
I must arise my Light has come
God’s glory’s all around
I can’t just sit as though I’m dumb –Eph.5: 19-21
Or by the devil bound
From You my God, this gift’s now mine
My cup You overfill
Yet fruit I’ll bear within The Vine –Jn.15: 2
Won’t come if I sit still
In Christ, I need to give my best –1Co.14: 26
Yet somehow Lord, it seems
So many deem to end my quest
And shatter all my dreams
Too many sit in church content
Whose deeds will count to nought
But me; my God, I’m just not meant
To squander all I’ve bought
Its not in pride I say these things
You know my heart is true
For You alone, this now sings
For no one else but You!
Yet still reserved upon the bench
I sit here so confused
To You, it’s such an awful stench
So when will I be used
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem