poem I wrote last spring when the American Idol was the rage. I take a look at some of the real idols.

Millions of people watch every week the American Idol show.
They miss other things so they can help to decide
Who will stay or will go.
One by one the contestants go home till only one person is there.
They are given a title which they do not have to share.

I wonder who the real American Idols are?
A father who works many hours
To provide for his family’s need.
A teacher who gives up lucrative pay
to help our youth succeed.
The cop on the corner, the firefighter on call
The soldier who leaves our fair land.
A Christian who sings in the choir
And another who plays in the band.
A social worker giving a helping hand
A missionary working in a foreign land.

These folks won’t make millions
But their pay will be more.
They continue their service even though they are sore.
The bonus is given to those with the nerve
Whose ultimate goal is to reach out and serve.

It is more blessed to give than to receive
The man from Nazareth said.
You learn the value of his excellent words
When you are Spirit led
And forget the praise and just do what you can.
Then, and only then, my friend
You are a true American Idol
Whether you’re a woman or a man.