By William McChesney

I want my breakfast served at eight,

With ham and eggs upon the plate;

A well-broiled steak I'll eat at one,

And dine again when day is done.



I want an ultramodern home

And in each room a telephone;

Soft carpets, too, upon the floors,

And pretty drapes to grace the doors.



A cozy place of lovely things,

Like easy chairs with inner springs,

And then I'll get a small TV--

Of course, "I'm careful what I see."



I want my wardrobe, too, to be

Of neatest, finest quality,

With latest style in suit and vest:

Why should not Christians have the best?



But then the Master I can hear

In no uncertain voice, so clear:

"I bid you come and follow Me,

The lowly Man of Galilee."



If he be God, and died for me,

No sacrifice too great can be

For me, a mortal man, to make;

I'll do it all for Jesus' sake.



Yes, I will tread the path He trod,

No other way to please my God;

So, henceforth, this my choice shall be,

My choice for all eternity.