This poem was written in August 5, 2007. I heard a sermon that Sunday about realistic evangelistic goals. The sermon was based on Matthew 9:35-38, which reads:
Jesus traveled through all the towns and villages of that area, teaching in the synagogues and announcing the Good News about the Kingdom. And he healed every kind of disease and illness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them because they were confused and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. He said to his disciples, “The harvest is great, but the workers are few. So pray to the Lord who is in charge of the harvest; ask him to send more workers into his fields.”
I Am Your Neighbor
August 5, 2007
I live in the remotest part of the world.
I’ve never heard of the man you call “Saviour and Lord”
Jesus said, “The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?”
I ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.
My daddy was inside when the twin towers fell
When he died, did he go to heaven or hell?
Jesus said, “The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?”
I ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.
I saw you yesterday when you went to school
I was hanging out with the kids who are “cool”
Jesus said, “The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?”
I ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.
I live just next door to you, yet we’ve never spoken
You don’t know about my heart that was recently broken
Jesus said, “The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?”
I ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.
Jesus looked on Jerusalem, His heart filled with compassion
He knew they were religious, after their own fashion
Jesus said, “The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?”
He asked you to help, for they are your neighbors.
The people from hither to yon, need to know the wages of sin.
It’s our commission to tell them of Christ’s sacrifice for them.
Jesus said, “The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?”
I ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.