Woe is me undone

Isaiah said, “Lord,Here I am”
In faith he said, “send me.”
James then used his sacred pen
Teaching faith by works we see.

What happens to those little seeds
That never will be planted,
or to all those un-attended needs
and requests that go un-granted-

Because no one ever asked?
What of all the prayers un-prayed,
the dreams un-dreamed
and the plans not made?

Where is the adventure
in the trip that takes no step?
Or that great idea or venture,
When appointments are not kept?

Your vapored life, the victim,
with none to blame but “you”
when you hold to lifeless Doctrine
you try to spell without the “do.”