The author of this poem is unknown.
Many will be shocked to find,
When the day of judgment nears,
That there’s a special place in Heaven,
Set aside for volunteers.
Furnished with big recliners,
Satin couches and footstools,
Where there are no committee chairmen,
No yard sales or rest area coffee to serve,
No library duty or bulletin assembly,
There will be nothing to print or staple,
Not one thing to fold or mail,
Telephone lists will be outlawed.
But a finger snap will bring
Cool drinks and gourmet dinners
And rare treats fit for a king.
You ask, “Who’ll serve these privileged
And work for all they’re worth?”
Why, all those who reaped the benefits,
And not once volunteered on Earth.
My heart is with Israel’s princes, with the willing volunteers among the people. Praise the Lord! (Judges 5:9, NIV)
Let each of you esteem and look upon and be concerned for not [merely] his own interests, but also each for the interests of others. (Philippians 2: 4, AMP)
Prayer – Lord, help us forget ourselves long enough to help someone else. Amen (From Philippians 2:4, MSG).