All I Can Say Is

 

All I Can Say Is

(“Of what use to me is frankincense that comes from Sheba, or sweet cane from a distant land? Your burnt offerings are not acceptable, nor are your sacrifices pleasing to me.” Jeremiah 6:20)

All I can say is
brother, your head’s not right.
You were so thrilled to follow Jesus
after making your first million
that you bought a bracelet that said
WWJD
and sported it in 14k gold.
All I can say is
brother, your head’s not right. All I can say is
sister, you are awake.

You were promoted and applauded,
offered the moon and a couple of planets,
and you gave it serious thought.
Then moved in where
at-risk babies lived; taught them as your own.
All I can say is
sister, you are awake. 

Let’s meet in the abandoned warehouse,
let’s make the floor warm for vagabonds.
Let’s make our own clothes, stretch the leftovers,
enlist the teenagers to share sacred bread
house to house. 

Let’s bathe the feet of widows,
let’s listen to the old men’s stories.
Let’s make our own laughter, stretch the muscles of joy,
enlist the CEOs to move into the neighborhood
and give away their gold.

All I can say is
brother or sister,
we have enough and more than enough,
we are a far cry from simplicity
and could start the journey
any day now.