I sat at my makeshift desk…cluttered with unfinished business…glaring at the computer screen and wondering what I had gotten myself into. Why did I agree to go on a prison retreat? Why did I agree to give a talk? What do I know? What am I going to say? My insecurities and fears threatened to drag me away to a dark and forboden place. I had to remind myself that God chooses the unqualified and the unworthy to do his work… He chooses the lame to lead, and the mute to speak.
So…What Can I Say?
What can I say that will make your day?
What can I say that is not a cliché?
Who can I trust, whom can I pay?
What shall I pray to make you sway?
It’s not for nought I pen this essay.
It is not gossip; it is not hearsay.
Take advantage of that fateful Friday.
Shout to the Lord a big hurray.
Make it your goal to avoid the decay.
Stay out of the fracas, stay out of the fray.
Do not put off, do not delay.
If you are wise, follow Him right away.
‘Tis the Lord Jesus who knows the way.
We have His promise, “it will be OK.”
Upon reaching our end, there is no leeway.
So for your salvation accept Jesus today.
Amen
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