COMPLACENCY: Too blessed to budge?

Life is breaking out all around me
Full and free
Everywhere I look, life is happening
But not to me.
I’m sitting here on my hands
Waiting for a calling;
But while I waste my life,
Souls everywhere are falling.
Lord, how will I explain
When You ask me on that day?
Can I justify wasting away
The talents that You freely gave?

I know many downtrodden
Needy and depressed souls.
From time to time, I muse
On what I can do to make them whole.
I usually conclude on some excuse:
Like I’m still young
But I forget living for You
Is not about living long;
And not doing the good I know to do,
In Your eyes, is very wrong.
The truth is, I’ve settled almost completely
In my precious comfort zone.
So doing good is fine by me
As long as it doesn’t affect what I own.
I forget I could be in their shoes
It’s only by Your grace I’m blessed.
It could have been me saddled with those issues;
My release depending on another’s kindness.

I know in my heart, if I dig deep,
There’s so much I could offer;
And letting the deceiver lull me to sleep
Is a sin no excuse can cover.
So help me take stock
Before it’s too late;
Of the many ways my life can change
For good; another’s fate.

Take, for instance, my abilities
The list is simply endless.
I’m fairly normal, so I’m blessed
I can do most activities:
Talking, walking, smiling
Dancing, eating, writing:
So many ways to glorify You with these
And keep some hope from dying.
Consider my opportunities:
Education, faith, sanity
Family, work, a place in society;
There must be a way they can open a door.
There must be some good I can use them for.
My possessions stare me daily in the face.
That I ever take them for granted is a disgrace.
Clothes, shoes, books, bling:
Far more than enough.
My teddy bear and other comfort things
I got from people I love:
I could use them to help someone, I’m aware.
Share, lend or give away outright: to prove to them You care.
The many songs and videos sitting on my laptop
Could be playing now for someone who needs to know You’re God.
The things I stopped needing when I stepped out of the shop
Could bless another soul if I would get over how much they cost.

This must be what You meant
By the camel and the needle
In spite of all I know and learnt,
My will to obey is feeble.
Jesus, save my soul from
This damaging complacency.
It’s a battle that cannot be won
With my strength: I lack the adequacy.
The very things I should let go
I love too much to leave;
But I want to know You more and grow;
Living out what I believe.

Everything I own or have acquired
I surrender: use them as You please.
Absolute submission is what You require.
Jesus, help me love You more than these.