Luke 2: 37 And she was a widow of about fourscore and
four years, which departed not from the temple, but served God with
fastings and prayers night and day.
Called to Serve
I’m not called to serve the Lord
I’ve prayed for a task to be known.
All I get is, “Sit and wait.”
“There’s time for things to be shown.”
I sit and wait for the Earth to crack
like an egg on the edge of the pan.
Something big will erupt for sure
my service will come with His plan.
As I’m told to sit and wait
sweltering heat drags by.
Days on end the news is bleak
the earth is about to fry.
Is my work to be done public
or hidden from all eyes?
Will my service be a blessing
received only in disguise?
I know I’ll spread love around
silencing the speakers of hate
A positive force will flow from me
with a velocity so great!
Maybe my job is to change the hearts
of men who are full of distaste.
Maybe my job is done from within
Where it makes its way in haste.
