God please make me your vessel

I sit here in health and drink of my wine
my slumber at night in comfort just fine
I say all my prayers and give to the poor
I look through a lens, as people knock at my door
I go to my church, volunteer of my time
comfortable couch, with a computer, I rhyme
My family, we live, all over the globe
receiving Gods grace and his love and his hope
Yet, do I face persecution as those in our past?
Would I go too far places if ever was asked?
Would I sacrifice dollars, well-being ,or peace?
So I may love on my neighbor, or to give some relief
Would I offer my home to a stranger in need?
Give some my shelter, as my guest would I feed?
Can I honestly say that I am doing my best
with all worldly things, that I've been so blessed?
I pray to you jesus, please let my spirit increase
giving love and more charity, let my excess decrease
Help me enhance with what I've been given
This is more than a whim, help me be driven
For what good will it be, if my days end tomorrow
These belongings on earth, for a short time I borrowed