Would You Shelf This?

Sometimes I get inspired to write stuff, and I let it sit in my drawer. I wonder if it's not better off out there somewhere where folks can read it. Maybe it can bless, challenge, or even encourage someone today. I do challenge myself a lot and am fairly hard on myself at times, but this goes well with the semons we've been having lately about knowing christians by their fruits.

Dear Christian,

How can you say you love Me, when you speak an unkind word to the troubled soul in your argument?
How can you say it, when you walk right by her with your nose in the air?

How can you say you love Me, when you take the credit for all the gifts I’ve given you?
How can you say it, when I’ve lent you your heartbeat, strength, and talents, and you think you did it all yourself?

How can you say you love Me, when you won’t give the poor man some cash, a coat, warm mitts, not even a prayer?
How can you say it, when you turn in disgust, and spend all you have to seek your own happiness?

How can you say you love Me, when you don’t take the time for the widowed old lady giving comfort and hope with a touch or a smile?
How can you say it, when you’re wishing her story of long ago would soon be done?

How can you say you love Me, when you won’t share the good news with the broken heart who’s crying a river?
How can you say it, when I’ve promised to give you the words that you don’t speak?

How can you say you love Me, when the children that surround you are not blessed?
How can you say it, when they beg your attention and you send them away?

How can you say you love Me, when you have nothing to show to anyone watching?
How can you say it, when they don’t see Me in you?