His Way
"God sent me on when I would stay
('Twas cool within the wood);
I did not know the reason why.
I heard a boulder crashing by
'Cross the path where I had stood.
He had me stay when I would go;
'Your will be done I said,' I said.
They found one day at early dawn,
Across the way I would have gone,
A serpent with a mangled head.
I ask no more the reason why,
although I may not see
the path ahead, His way I go;
For though I know not, He does know,
And He will choose safe paths for me."
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"I laid it down in silence,
this work of mine,
and took what had been sent me-
a resting time.
The Master's voice had called me
to rest apart;
'Apart with Jesus only,'
echoed my heart.
I took the rest and stillness
from His own hand,
and felt this present illness
was what He planned.
When He says 'Rest'-
our ways are blind and crooked;
His way is best.
Work He Himself has given,
He will complete.
There may be other errands
for tired feet;
there may be other duties
for tired hands,
the present, is obedience
to His commands.
There is a blessed resting
in lying still,
In letting His hand mold us,
just as He will.
His work must be completed.
His lesson set;
He is the Master Workman:
Do not forget!
It is not only 'working'.
We must be trained
And Jesus 'learned' obedience,
through suffering gained.
For us, His yoke is easy,
His burden light.
His discipline most needful,
And all is right.
We are to be His servants;
We never choose
if this tool or if that one
our hands will use.
In working or in waiting
may we fulfill
not ours at all, but only
the Master's will!"
-author unknown
Streams in the Desert
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