Do something; time’s free moments run through our fingertips
Today is like a threshing-floor through which its measure slips
Pray when The Hand that grants our portion of life’s love-learn-laugh
Sifts the harvest of our lives He will find more than chaff
Do something, while the morning sun climbs into the noon sky
While there is still today, do something more than serving ‘I’
Before the dust has settled on another nevermore
Do something that will ring the bells of joy on heaven’s shore
Do something; God knows the intentions of a human heart
And He expects no less than this; that we would do our part
No deed or gift will be too small if rendered in His name
And no excuse will satisfy God if we decline Him
© Janet Martin
If one of you says to them, "Go in peace; keep warm and well fed," but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?
where she provides links to answer our questions of how, what, where
we can help in the refugee crisis.
Let’s be real. Two things that cross miles readily
Are our dollars and our prayers!