Poetry by Rolland Smith Mexico

A Tale of the City


Mexico City with all of its flare
Its glamour and glitter---everything’s there!
Day into night and night into day
‘Til nerves are on edge and ready to fray!

If someone should ask me, “Why are you here?”
That’s a good question; the answer is clear.
Our Savior has called us to live in the smog
And help them escape sin like a bog.

Religion and night clubs abound here together
Working all hours whatever the weather,
They have lived all their lives for sin and for self.
The wrecks of these lives are left on the shelf.

Mending these wrecks, we never could do,
Yet God through His Son can make them anew.
Satan’s control is in so many places.
Sin leaves its scars on their unhappy faces.

We must shine in the darkness while there is time
For Christ could return while I’m writing this rhyme.
Do others see Jesus now living in me?
Or am I just tossing adrift on life’s sea?

Bible study, evangelism---important we say,
But what if our life style is stubble and hay?
Yes, my dear Savior, I want to be used
To help these dear people by Satan abused.

The men who are machos, at least so it seems,
Are running from God with all of their schemes.
Some who have wives- number one, two and three
Are finding that’s not what it’s cracked up to be.

The men who are saying “Stay out of my life.”
As to spiritual matters, “Please talk to my wife.”
In Christ they could find what they’re searching for,
For life may end soon, don’t close your heart’s door.



Rolland R. Smith about life in Mexico City