TORN
I am reluctant~
When you say you are starving~
Me with meager means~
Yet you say you hunger~
What should I do? ~
I pray~
I ask myself what would Jesus do? ~
Than I give~
I am criticized by friends~
I make excuses~
I rationalize~
I pray again~
That you keep things tight~
Were you really deserving? ~
Will I ever know if I did what was right?
I am unable to make a choice~
When you say you are in great need~
Me near the impoverished too~
Yet you claim pitiable~
What should I do? ~
I pray~
I ask myself what would Jesus do? ~
Than I give~
I am chastised by friends~
I make excuses~
I rationalize~
I pray again~
That you keep things tight~
Were you really deserving? ~
Will I ever know if I did what was right?
I am torn~
When you cry those tears~
Me I could be soon penniless too~
Yet I know you are poverty-stricken~
What should I do? ~
I pray~
I ask myself what would Jesus do? ~
Than I give~
I am ridiculed by friends~
I make excuses~
I rationalize~
I pray again~
That you keep things tight~
Were you really deserving? ~
Will I ever know if I did what was right?
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
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