No matter how difficult the road may become, always remember WHO has traveled it and will always be traveling it with you.
Another person dropped.
Again no one had listened,
The work, I felt, had stopped.
Like many servants before,
My situation not unique,
I fell to my knees, my heart cried out,
It was comfort I did seek.
I wept, and like the Son before, asked
“Why hast Thou forsaken me?”
I finished and for a moment
I waited for a light,
But the moment then turned to minutes
So I retired for the night.
The distance held mountain peaks.
A man then sat before me
And then proceeded to speak:
“You seem to be downtrodden,
Your spirit appears distraught.
You feel you have been abandoned,
In the snares of doubt, you’re caught.”
His eyes were locked on mine.
“I no longer feel his presence,” I said,
“It’s like somebody cut His line.
I haven’t seen a baptism,
No success has come when I knocked.
I’ve tried,” I said, “to do my best
But the windows of heaven seem locked.”
Then turned back towards me.
His eyes now glistened with unshed tears
Unashamed for me to see.
“I cried just like you did tonight
When my father was hidden from view.
But being alone was necessary
So I would know how to comfort you.”
My eyes were suddenly opened,
My heart then filled with grief.
I cried aloud to the Lord my God
“Help Thou my unbelief!”
His love was strong and pure.
“My sister,” He said, “you are doing well.
Now to the end you must endure.
You haven’t moved any mountains.
The sea you did not part.
But you have power alike to theirs,
You can reach out, heart to heart.
The field is ready to reap.
The work you have been called to do
Is to gather my lost sheep.
But the numbers do not matter
If only one conversion you do.
You will not leave a failure
If that one convert is you.”
And wiped my teary eyes,
“I stayed faithful to my Father’s work,
Now go, and do thou likewise.”
As I watched Him walk away
I awoke with a start.
My faith renewed, I fell to my knees
And pledged to do my part.
In the heat or bitter cold,
I know, like the Parable of the Talents,
At judgment I want to be told:
“I called you to go labor
And find thy wayward friends.
Well done, my dear good servant,
Thou hast been faithful to the end.”
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