You Put It On the Shelf

You put it on the Shelf, oh beautiful; You placed me on the shelf up high when you don't want to be bothered, bothered; Yes, beautiful; You make it hard yourself, when you won't come down; You put it on those hurt feelings that you've caress, Not realizing you've been blessed; the gifts you live for; those joys you call on; they are all products of the Lord; you had better beware; you also must care; that the God of most high is here; Stop disbelieving, cause God is going to care; your not here but He is there; You can't see Him but maybe you can feel Him; Who gave you breathe today; Who gave you life; your pleasures is in yourself and nothing else; You worship the creatures and all those material things; Instead of making homage to the one whom created them; And, also you and your fellow beings our one of them; You put it on the shelf, when you don't want it; You place me on the shelf up high when you don't want to be bothered; You make it hard for yourself when you won't come down; You put it on the shelf the talents the gifts you live for; Your family and friend all of them, all you love and long for; You put it on the shelf, when you don't want it; You put it on the shelf, when you don't want it; You put me on the shelf when you don't want me; Now who do you think created that shelf; Wasn't you or anyone else; You make it hard on yourself, you are so blessed; But me inside your heart and not on the shelf; Place me in your heart and not on the shelf You put it on the shelf Stop it. . . Place me inside your heart and not on the shelf; Written by James Edward Lee Sr. March 07 2011(c)