As I rise and stretch out old sore joints
A stray sunbeam peeps through the shade.
It reminds me that God is listening
As I sit in my lounge chair and pray.

From my heart I ask God to give me
Opportunities to share His name.
In the background the family is stirring,
Beginning to tackle this day.

In the kitchen the dishes are rattling.
Each person grabs just what he needs.
There’s a Bible right there on the table,
No one says “Should we open and read”.

After everyone’s gone on his own way
I get on with my work for the day.
My neighbor stops by for a minute.
We share coffee and what others say.

Then I make a quick trip to the grocery,
There I see an old friend from my past.
We decide to go get a sandwich,
Sharing news, my how time goes fast.

Rushing home I start cooking dinner.
Hubby calls, “Can I bring home a friend?”
“Sure you can, bring him home with you, honey,
Tell him that we will eat around seven.”

We all sat around our big table.
We did thank our Lord for the food.
But no other words were there spoken
About God or about his blessed Word.

It’s now ten o’clock, I am crashing,
Looking back on my day I chagrin.
Just this morning I’d ask God to send me,
Those with whom I could share about Him.

At least four chances He’d given,
Not of one of them had I availed.
This time I fell on my old knees
Asking God to forgive me, I’d failed.

There was ample time to talk about me.
Time to chat about others on end.
Why didn’t I take time to speak of
My Lord, my Savior, my Best Friend?

As I lay my head down on my pillow
One last prayer I send up above,
“Please Lord do keep up the sending,
Of those with whom I can share your love.”