Arise Where You Are Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Are you comfy, sat in your pew?
On churches' cushioned seat?
Whilst hell's devils, unlike you
Harvest life's ripened wheat

You read the bible, daily pray
Know the name of God's Son
By visiting church on Sunday
You think your work's well done

Over six billion souls out there
Lost and alone they die
While cosy saints thoughtless to share
Piously wonder why

Not all can go out where needed
Not all are called the same
Not all world gardens are weeded
To lift high Jesus' name

Spare here a drop. there a crumb,
A word to heal and guide
Will not the hungry, thirsty come
Where love's displayed inside

If Jesus truly has saved you?
His blood has washed you clean?
If through God's Gift you're born anew
You'll want to intervene

Knowing devils, hunt souls to kill
To Heaven's Word make blind
Cause people doubt The Fathers' will
Given to all mankind

So arise wherever able
Consider from whence you came
Help prepare life's worldwide table
In Christ Jesus Holy Name.....