Thursday, July 14, 2011

Missing the Call

I feel your nudge
As the new widow leaves 
knowing part of her light bill is paid
I hear your sigh
As the mentally ill sister 
leaves with soap for her laundry
I hear your tears
As I close my eyes to the pain in front of me 
in the one fresh from prison
I am convicted
When I am reminded of my call
To feed the hungry
Clothe the naked
Heal the sick
Visit the prisoner
I am ashamed
When I see you and fail to love
When I give things
And withhold my heart
Tear down my walls
That I might give me


  1. Julie, thank you for the quality of sharing. Let's tear down those walls. -Tommy