Inspired Verse….
by Admin ~ January 1st, 2010
WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR?
What! Go to my neighbour? You’ve got to be kidding!
That woman’s a menace, an absolute bore.
And he’s not much better: you’d need all Job’s patience
If you had the neighbours I’m stuck with, living next door.
And the people behind us are really the limit
Their taste is appalling, their speech I deplore.
I know they are lonely, I think they have troubles,
But you can’t get involved when you’re living next door.
And I do think of others, I pray for the lonely
I pray for the sick and the sad and the poor.
I’ll always come out for the missionary meeting
But I simply can’t stand the people next door.
And suppose, just suppose that they got converted
And wanted to join us in worship and more,
Just think of the awkwardness, and of the problems
And what they’d expect from us, living next door.
When I get to Heaven there’s bound to be someone
Who read the good news on some far distant shore
Through the money I sent, so that they could have Bibles,
Just fancy, they don’t even own one next door!
But perhaps, whe roll call is finished up yonder
And the harvest is gathered, On Heaven’s bright shore,
When the Master the hosts of the ransomed will number;
Perhaps He’ll turn round and address you once more.
And perhaps He will say, “Yes, they’re there in their millions
From cities, from jungles, and Earth’s farthest shore,
The heathen have come, and the outcasts and children,
But where are the people I gave you next door?”