You asked for my hands
that you might use them for your purposes
I gave them for a moment then withdrew them for the work was hard.
You asked for my mouth
to speak out against injustice.
I gave you a whisper that I might not be accused.
You asked for my eyes
to see the pain of poverty.
I closed them for I did not want to see.
You asked for my life
that you might work through me .
I gave you a small part that I might not get “too involved”.
Lord, forgive me for calculated efforts to serve you only when it is convenient for me to do so, and only in those places where it is safe to do so,
and only with those who make it easy to do so.
Father, forgive me
send me out
as a usable instrument,
that I may take seriously the meaning of your cross.
Joe Seramane, South Africa, from Lifelines, Christian Aid, 198