I’m learning and I’m growing for what I cant be sure
The world outside my window is certainly a lure
Certainly the material side…
But also the call to lay down and die…
To suffer for His name sake
To set the captives free
Disciples we are called to make
Could He really mean that for me?
It seems I do a lot of taking
While hearts around the world are breaking
I reflect and think how my time and money could be spent
Forget the Starbucks latte they need a drink
And not just of clean water as many would think
But of the living word and so maybe Ill be sent…
If only they could have life through the one who laid down His own
Will I really cry about comfort when the Almighty is seated on His throne?
He hasn’t changed, He never will
And so I cant just say, “No thanks, I think I’ll sit still”
When I answer Him someday
I want to say, “I lived your way”
Not, “I was fine in the USA”
When deep down I know there were so many astray.
I can’t just let others proclaim
I should run the race, press on, and suffer for His name.
I’m in the waiting room
Getting ready to do work for my groom
Its time to lay down my pride
And act like I’m His bride