"Lord, is it I?" (a poem)

   As on life's road I rush along,

   Seeking its pleasure with the throng,

   Looking for fun and flattery,

   Have you forgotten--Calvary?

   Pitiful tribes in darkness grope,

   Never have heard of Christ, their Hope;

   More fancy churches, this the plea,

   While I'm forgetting--Calvary.

   Houses and cars and freezers fine,

   While hungry orphans wait in line,

   Rice in their bowls they cannot see

   While I'm forgetting--Calvary.

   Lepers, unwanted, homeless roam,

   While faithless stewards rest at home;

   Sad is their plight; their agony,

   While I'm forgetting--Calvary.

   Plenty for self from God's own store,

   Deaf is my ear as cries outpour,

   Calloused my heart, 0, can it be

   That I've forgotten--Calvary?

   Treasures of earth will soon decay,

   Nothing above I've stored away;

   Wood, hay, and stubble, woe is me,

   If I've forgotten--Calvary.

   "Whose shall these THINGS be"

   when I'm gone?

   Things I have set my heart upon;

   Naught in my hand to offer Thee--

   LORD, I've forgotten--Calvary!

   --Mable F. Miller