And Thus, My Heart is Still.

"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 the 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 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."





photo credits to my lovely cousin Taylore.