Lately I've been interested in poems. I just love the ring to them. Sometimes for school they give me paragraphs to write and I find myself trying to make some of the words rhyme. I guess it does kind of sound nerdy. My Dad doesn't like poems and I keep wanting to read them to him: one to aggravate him, two, because they were a blessing to me. So, I just wanted to share one with you:
A Servant's Prayer
Where is there a need that I can fill?
A place to serve, to do God's will?
Where can I find some soul in distress
And offer words of comfort and rest?
Where is there some task
no one wants to do
Master, I am willing to do it for You
I have not as much to give as the rest
But I can give each day my very best.
Where is the place of service
meant for me,
The job for which You created me to be?
Saviour, only let me hear Thy call,
To Thyself I gladly give my all.
Let me labor, now I humbly ask,
In some great work or small
and humbling task
From dawn of day until life's setting sun,
That I may only hear from Thee, " Well done."
- Cathy Corle
I really thought on these things and I pray that God will use me, and like it was my own, He will accept this willing Servant's Prayer.
I hope this was a blessing to you.
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ReplyDeleteoh Beth, I just loved it so much. Thank you for sharing. You are a blessing to me and through your testimony....I can see that you have a servants heart. I am so proud of you.
ReplyDeleteLove and miss you
and.....
still waiting for you to call to read me a poem. :-)
plus the photo you posted goes perfectly with the poem.
Love you honey, love, Grandma