She asked to be made like her Saviour,
And He took her at her word,
And sent her a heart-crushing burden
Till the depths of her soul were stirred.
She asked for a faith strong, yet simple.
He permitted the dark clouds to come;
She staggered by faith through the darkness,
As the storms did her soul overwhelm.
She prayed to be filled with a passion
Of love for lost souls and for God,
And again, in response to her longing,
She sank 'neath the chastening rod.
She wanted a place in His vineyard;
He took her away from her home,
And placed her among hardened sinners
When she humanly stood all alone.
She gave up all worldly ambitions,
Those "castles in air" of years,
And she knelt in deep consecration,
And whispered, "Amen," through her tears.
She wanted a meek, lowly spirit -
The work He gave answered that cry;
And those who had been her companions
With pitying smile passed her by.
She asked to lean hard on her Saviour;
He took human props quite away,
Till no earthly friend could help her,
And she could do nothing but pray.
I saw her go out to the vineyard
To harvest the golden grain;
Her eyes were still moistened with weeping,
Her heart was still throbbing with pain.
But many a heart that was broken,
And many a wrecked, blighted life
Was made to thank God for her coming,
And rejoiced in the midst of strife.
She had prayed to be made like her Saviour,
And the burden He gave her to bear
Had been but the great Sculptor's training:
Thus answering her earnest prayer.
Aren't some people so poetic? I am glad that they are! I recently found this poem on a blog and was very encouraged and inspired by it. This poem perfectly echos Hebrews 12:6, "For the Lord disciplines the one He loves, and chastises every son whom He receives." It makes me want to ask God for and whole-heartedly invite trials into my life.
Thank you, God, that I can trust you and know that you are with me in every trial and tribulation. Thank you for promising that everything is for my good and that you have it all planned out. You alone are sovereign and worthy to be praised.
1 comment:
very true. It makes one love Him all the more, doesn't it?
You know, it hit me in during one sermon, I don't know which one it was or the topic or anything, but the verse about the pharisees being like unwashed tombs was read. Anyways, it struck me that the ugliness within the tombs without being brought out into the open. If someone wants to beautify the inside of a tomb, they must first bring all the rotting, decaying mess and show it to the sun before burying it. So, with me, the rotting sinfulness must be revealed before being dealt with. In some ways that doesn't make me happy. I mean, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could wake up one day and have beautiful aired out malleable hearts? But God chooses to work His own way (He is greater for that). God chooses that others see our sin as He assists us in working through it.
Another note, we should never judge anyone else for seeing sin in them, because it could very well be that they are a step ahead of us, they are dealing with it, while we are letting it grow and reproduce (like bacteria, some of that stuff grows fast!) in the nasty crevices of our blackened hearts.
It does make me want to be able to write poetry:)
Sorry for the awful grammar and punctuation.
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