His Call
by Kathleen HighamWork, read, study, write, pray
There seems to be no time today
Yet a nagging persistant thought
Something I have simply forgot.
God has surely called on me
And I was just to busy to see
Having held my God at bay
But He whispered to me anyway.
Work, read, study, write, pray
My time is precious, I might say
Someone needs to hear His voice
Always it is offered, the choice.
Maybe God was pushed aside
Procrastinated as my heart denied
Then at last recognized each sign
Not knowing of a meeting, Divine.
Work, read, study, write, pray
Seeking only Him come what may
His call becomes the ultimate goal
He brings to me a wounded soul.
When I choose to hear His Word
A most amazing moment occured
A young woman wipes away a tear
Feeling the Lord draw her near.
Work, read, study, write, pray
Never shall I forget this day
A wooden carving etched in love
A hug sent down from God above.
The meeting certainly not by chance
Our God plans every circumstance
Work, read, study, write, pray
We shall meet again someday.
