Remember and Survive

I think a lot about my own survival,
for food and clothes and house I’m in a sweat,
for helping those I love, I have no rival,
but You, O God, I tend here to forget.

O Lord, when do You come to my attention?
If I don’t listen, I do not hear their pleas--
the hungry, thirsty, homeless that You mention,
I help You when I help the least of these.

You said, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you alive,
you love yourself--love Me, and love them too.”
I also need to help my soul survive,
when I see them, let me remember You.

O God, when I hear You and heed their plea,
by helping them I will be helping me.

                      by Pete Voelz     10/5/14