Christ--And We

Christ has no hands but our hands
  To do His work today;
He has no feet but our feet
  To lead men in His way;
He has no tongue but our tongues
  To tell men how He died;
He has no help but our help
  To bring them to His side.

We are the only Bible
  The careless world will read;
We are the sinner's gospel,
  We are the scoffer's creed;
We are the Lord's last message
  Given in deed and word--
What if the line is crooked?
  What if the type is blurred?

What if our hands are busy
  With other work than His?
What if our feet are walking
  Where sin's allurement is?

What if our tongues are speaking
  Of things His lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help Him
  Unless from Him we learn?

--Annie Johnson Flint, 1862-1932