Poems

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If Jesus Came to Your House

If Jesus came to your house
To spend a day or two,
If He came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you’d do.

I know you’d give the nicest room
To such an honored Guest,
And all the food you’d serve to Him
Would be the very best.

And you would keep assuring Him
You’re glad to have Him there,
That serving Him in your own home
Is joy beyond compare!

But when you saw Him coming,
Would you meet Him at the door
With arms outstretched in welcome
To your heavenly Visitor?

Or would you have to change your clothes
Before you let Him in?
Or hide some magazines, and put
The Bible where they’d been?

Would you keep right on saying
The things you always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?

Would you sing the songs you always sing
And read the books you read,
And let Him know the things on which
Your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take Jesus with you
Everywhere you’d plan to go?
Or would you maybe change your plans
For just a day or so?

Would you be glad to have Him meet
Your very closest friends?
Or would you hope they’d stay away
Until His visit ends?

Would you be glad to have Him stay
Forever—on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief
When He, at last, was gone?

It might be interesting to know
The things that you would do
If Jesus came in person
To spend some time with you.

—Selected

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I Am My Neighbor’s Bible

I am my neighbor’s Bible;
He reads me when we meet;
Today he reads me at home—
Tomorrow, in the street.
He may a relative or friend
Or slight acquaintance be;
He may not even know my name,
Yet he is reading me.

And, pray, who is this neighbor,
Who reads me day by day,
To learn if I am living right,
And walking as I pray?
Oh, he is with me always,
To criticize or blame;
So worldly-wise in his own eyes,
And “Sinner” is his name.

Dear Christian friends and brothers,
If we could only know
How faithfully the world records
Just what we say and do;
Oh, we would write our record plain,
And come in time to see
Our worldly neighbor won to Christ
While reading you and me.

—submitted by Missy Robinson