If, in the midst of an Holocaust, my hands are IDLE,
Could it be that my heart harbors an IDOL?
My way, my comfort, my Self.
Over my Lord and my neighbour?
Neglecting justice and mercy,
IDOLness in my heart and behaviour.
What saith the Scripture?
Have I not read?
That I should not live for Self, but for Him,
Who died and rose from the dead?
Am I not bought with a price
So that I am not mine own?
Lord Jesus, abolish this worship of Self in me;
And make mine heart Thy throne.
Constrain my being with the love of Christ,
So that I cannot but obey the call of my Master.
Surrounded by a culture of child sacrifice,
To engage for the weak, slated for disaster.
To face the frowns, the curses, the jeers,
With godly zeal and love unfeigned.
To preach the truth of God to their ears.
And trust the Lord of Heaven Who reigns
To open my mouth in the public square,
To expose the evil, to provoke and to plead;
Provide for the needy, for the fatherless care;
To shine in the darkness, to follow His lead.
When God's image-bearers are destroyed,
Mercy forsaken, justice abused
When Thou saidst, "I sought for a man,"
Let me not say, "...Have me excused."
That when truth is fallen in the streets,
And the weak are slain without cause;
When someone is needed to "stand in the gap",
By Thy grace, LET ME NOT PAUSE.
Abortion Must Be Abolished.
