Lord Is It I

Lord Is It I

“Lord, is it I?”

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