Is There No Sight?
Quote from Forum Archives on November 14, 2012, 4:26 amPosted by: randal <randal@...>
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by J. Randal Matheny © 2012Tell me, Lord, what is my servant gift?
I thought I knew, that you through me could lift
My neighbor toward the truth, but now my doubts
Leave me in confusion, with frequent bouts
Of anguish: why aren't spiritual fruits produced
Through my good labors? godly powers loosed
In Christ to build the kingdom for your praise?
Is there no sight, no sign, for all our days
Upon the earth? Must we go staggering blind,
Sowing, sowing, with nary a fruit to find,
Until, on that last day, discover how
The Spirit worked, silent at the plow?
If so, can I survive until that time,
To toil, tireless, while eating dust and grime?
Yes, yes, faith I need, and faithfulness,
Until that hour when you decide to bless!
Show me, Sovereign, when and how and where
To serve and, trusting, how to dare, to dare!— ‹‹ @@ ›› —
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Posted by: randal <randal@...>
cloudburstpoetry.com
Get Randal's motivational book, CHOOSE!
is.gd/choose
Is There No Sight?
by J. Randal Matheny © 2012
Tell me, Lord, what is my servant gift?
I thought I knew, that you through me could lift
My neighbor toward the truth, but now my doubts
Leave me in confusion, with frequent bouts
Of anguish: why aren't spiritual fruits produced
Through my good labors? godly powers loosed
In Christ to build the kingdom for your praise?
Is there no sight, no sign, for all our days
Upon the earth? Must we go staggering blind,
Sowing, sowing, with nary a fruit to find,
Until, on that last day, discover how
The Spirit worked, silent at the plow?
If so, can I survive until that time,
To toil, tireless, while eating dust and grime?
Yes, yes, faith I need, and faithfulness,
Until that hour when you decide to bless!
Show me, Sovereign, when and how and where
To serve and, trusting, how to dare, to dare!
— ‹‹ @@ ›› —
1. I make a longish comment today on the website; why
not make a smallish one of yours?
cloudburstpoetry.com/post/35697118140/sight
2. If you enjoyed this poem, please forward it, as is,
to your friends.
3. Recommend Cloudburst Poetry to your local newspaper,
favorite poetry journal, church bulletin or general
interest magazine.