Who Am I
by Don Myers
I deliver your paper, pick up your trash, or have taken you on a date.
I am your neighbor, your co-worker or even your mate.
I am white, black or any color you may have seen.
I am young, old or somewhere in between.
I am from the South, the North or from the Mid-West.
I am a Republican, Democrat or could really care less.
I am a good guy, bad guy or morally unconcerned
Who is on the broad road and destined to be burned.
I am the good ground, but how will you ever know?
Jesus said it was your mission the saving seed to sow.
Devoured by the roaring lion who stalks the earth all time,
So to leave me untold is the highest of spiritual crime.
My days are limited on the earth, which is my fleshly home.
My opportunity to get right with God is going and almost gone.
You’ve said, "If he was interested, he’d get himself in church,"
But you see the enslavement of sin has bound me in its lurch.
When you see me, imagine me your dear and loving child
Who you refuse to leave in darkness and in ungodly wild.
So leave no stone unturned to deliver me from my sin.
Never give up on me for eternity never ends.
I am capable of loving Jesus as much as you ever did,
If I could only get out of this evil, worldly skid.
I could be as spiritually lush as the greenest of fescue,
So help me, tell me and come to my rescue.
You risk me cursing you, hating you and pushing you far away,
Yet your Savior was treated in exactly the same way.
So, come on, reach out and speak to me today!
Your Jesus went up to Calvary for my sins to pay.
