"I longed to walk along an easy road,
And leave behind the dull routine of home,
Thinking in other fields to serve my God;
But Jesus said, "My time has not yet come."
I longed to sow the seed in other soil,
To be unfettered in the work, and free,
To join with other laborers in their toil;
But Jesus said, "Tis not My choice for thee."
I longed to leave the desert, and be led
To work where souls were sunk in sin and shame,
That I might win them, But the Master said,
"I have not called thee, publish here My name."
I longed to fight the battles of my King,
Lift high his standards in the thickest strife;
But my great Captain bade me wait and sing,
Songs of His conquests in my quiet life.
I longed to leave the uncongenial sphere,
Where all alone I seemed to stand and wait,
To feel I had some human helper near,
But Jesus bade me guard one lonely gate.
I longed to leave the round of daily toil,
Where no one seemed to understand or care;
But Jesus said, "I choose for thee this soil,
That thou might'st raise for Me some blossoms rare."
And now I have no longing but to do
At home, or else afar, His blessed will,
To work amid the many or the few;
Thus," choosing not to choose," my heart is still."
(From Streams in the desert.)
Isaiah 30:18 "Blessed are all they that wait for him."
I think this is even harder when you've gone out onto the "mission field."
I so long to be there. And the life I'm leading seems at time insignificant.
But God I pray you would use me, wherever.
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