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I CAN'T

When called upon to do some thing
For God or fellow man
I always find a good excuse
To back out if I can.
I can't get up in front of folks
And pray or testify,
And I know someone else can help
My neighbor more than I.
I can't talk in front of people
And Lord knows I can't sing,
And when you come right down to it
I can't do anything.
So I get up and go to church
When Sunday morning comes
And I feel like by doing this
My Christian duty's done.

And now I stand with all mankind
Before the great white throne
To be rewarded for good works.
But what if I have none?
I see some souls placed on God's left
And some placed on His right,
I start to feel uncomfortable,
And then I'm filled with fright.
I find that I can speak up now
Before this multitude.
I can pray and testify,
Then plead and beg some too.
"Lord, I know I've not done much,
You know I've been no saint.
But Lord, please place me on your right."
And He replies, "I can't."

M. Melton, USA