The World's Bible

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 scoffers' creed;

We are the Lord's last message

Given in deed and word,

What if the type is crooked?

What if the print is blurred?

What if our hands are busy

With other things than His?

What if our feet are walking

Where sin's allurement is?

What if our tongues are speaking

Of things His life would spurn,

How can we hope to help Him

And welcome His return

– J. E. Hamilton

This poem is often so true! I mean, we can't share the Gospel without words really, but if the words contradict how we're living, the person you are talking to isn't going to pay a lot a attention.