Let The Preacher Do It

A lost man came to church one day, seeking for the Lord.
The people round about him yawned, it seems that they were bored.
They had their work, they had their play, they watched him walk away.
Though all knew what they ought to do, as one they seemed to say;
Let the preacher do it.

A poor woman with her children came, her need was very plain,
The people walked around her wide and refused to see her pain.
They were busy, they couldn't stop, there was much to do that day,
And as she left, her need unmet, as one they seemed to say;
Let the preacher do it.

"Our brother is dead." the preacher said. The people gasped aloud.
"Some help is needed," the preacher pleaded,"Someone from this crowd..."
They looked around, and then looked down. No one could get away.
So home they went, without a thought , and as one they seemed to say;
Let the preacher do it.

Who will come, we only need one, to clean the church this week?
"I can't" said one. "I won't" thought another, "That's not the job I seek."
Upset, in a huff, Don't we do enough! They grumbled on their way.
Too good to sweep, too proud to mop, as one they seemed to say;
Let the preacher do it.

Millions are dying, while others are trying their game scores to increase.
The battles' not lost, but consider the cost in souls lest you never have peace.
Your best you must give, if for Christ you will live, and serve Him in every way.
The job won't get done, and souls won't be won, if as one you continue to say;
Let the preacher do it.

[ by: Tom Hill, 1986 - received from Chris Long at 'Laugh & Lift' (www.laughandlift.com) ]