"Is it I?", asked the Savior's chosen,
The twelve in the Upper Room.
The words hung in the air as if frozen,
Ringing, clinging ine the heavy gloom.
"Is it I? "Is it I?" "Is it I, Lord?"
Asked His followers one by one?
But there was no reply heard,
(Except by beloved John.)
But O, what a message is given
For us in this present day;
When Christ's own are divided and riven,
To our everlasting dismay!
By eyes that can see only others,
And lips that are quick to spread sin;
The sin of our sisters and brothers'
With no thought of looking within.
Must we be contually asking,
Is it him? Is it her? Is it you?
Did God give us the job of unmasking?
Is that what our Lord bids us do?
Let us not just our sisters and brothers!
The Lord will do that bye and bye.
When we're tempted to analyse others,
Ask instead, Is it I? Is it I?