Merciel

I’d carry your cross if I had the strength
but mine’s too heavy already.
The dime I give you leaves me deprived;
I need it for my coffee each morning;
besides, you’ll probably buy wine.
And giving time would be too expensive.
Juggling kids with work and school and church
leaves no time to toss in service to the world.
All I can do is rush without a glance,
pretend I don’t hear you beg for a chance,
and throw a prayer your way as I wash my hands
that someone else will come be Christ to you.