Lost

adapted from a poem written by Rev Martin Neimoller 1945

First He called for the martyrs, but I didn't speak up because I didn't feel called to die for the Lord.

Then He called for the missionaries, but I didn't speak up because I didn't feel called to make spreading the word of God my life's priority.

Then He called for those willing to rescue the poor, the orphaned, and the 'least of these', but I didn't speak up because I didn't feel secure enough with all I had to share it so unconditionally.

Then He called for the lost, and I couldn't speak at all because I had finally realized this was me.

*** guess I am feeling wordy today. I had a great prayer time with the sun and the SON shining on my face and heart this morning!