My Life, My All

“Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” “Then said I, hear am I; send me.” Isaiah 6:8

Comfy and cozy in my home so sweet,
Couches and tables, tidy and neat.
Brand new floor—the best one can buy;
Plush, rich carpet to step on and sigh.

A bedroom for each of the members so dear,
Nice warm quilts—the cold I shan’t fear.
Beautiful music fills each lovely room;
Central vacuum—no need for a broom.
Windows that tilt, so easy to clean;
Garage for my car—what more do I need!
Oh, I cannot forget the beautiful lawn,
White picket fence, flowers and all.
Swings for the children, a glider for me,
But, Lord, what is this, oh, what do I see?
Is that a home there on that hill?
It is only of plywood, no window or sill.
He takes me inside, What’s this on the floor?
No beautiful carpet, but dirt door to door.
One room is this home for all members inside,
Who sleep all together when evening draws nigh.
No beautiful music, blankets, or beds,
No quilts or soft pillows to lay weary heads.
No need for a vacuum, a palm branch will do;
To tidy the floor, it serves as a broom.
No dirty windows that tilt in for ease,
This home has no need for any of these.
Oh, Lord, their backyard has no lush grass
For the children to play on, for time to pass.
The swing is a vine from a nearby tree,
No pretty flowers, oh, how can it be!
While I sit in comfort, life filled with ease,
They daily struggle for food to appease.
While I fill my head with your precious word,
Their hearts remain darkened for they haven’t yet heard
Of the hope filled life only Jesus can give,
Of the blessed news a Savior for them lives.
Oh Lord tell me what, what shall I do?
For surely they must be told all about You.
I give You my life and luxuries all,
I give You my family, whatever the call,
I give You whatever You will ask of me,
All, so these captive souls can truly be set free.