Come on Christians!
This wrinkled one is from a long time ago. But I recently looked at it and was inspired to write this poem. There is lot going on in the sketch. I hope it all makes sense and inspires you!
Come on Christians!
Come on Christians, we've got to move.
We have to allow ourselves to be used.
How is it we don't mind a mission trip
for a week or two,
But we don't want the needy
to come here, too?
Dear Jesus, take our blinders off.
Relieve our worries of invasion,
violence, and of being conned.
Make passionate compassion,
and giving love be relied upon.
Remove our blinders and help us to see,
Being a Christian is not about me.
Lord, when were you hungry,
thirsty, in need?
When did we help you be freed?
"When you forsook country,
kin, and political party,
and sacrificed for felons, destitute,
and feared refugees.
Yes, that's right ...
That was me."
