A Call For You Poem

Let none hear you idly saying,

     "There is nothing I can do,"

For the souls of men are dying

     And the Master calls for you.

Every talent yielded to Him,

     Every effort He will bless;

Christ who gave His all for you

     Deserves your all-no less.

Through His church he needs your service,

     Let His work your pleasure be;

Answer quickly while He calleth,

     "Take me, Lord, use me."

~Author Unknown