Written around the time I had surgery early last year. I had been in the most excruciating pain I had ever felt and could not sit or walk:
If I could move about
As others do with ease,
Myself I would forget,
To meet my family's needs.
I'd rise up bright and early
To make the morning meal,
And sweet would be my joy
When pleasure others feel.
I'd tidy up our home,
Would cheerfully do the chores,
The dishes I would wash,
Or even wash the floors.
I'd pick up little toys
And things that lay around,
I'd put them in their place
To keep them safe and sound.
I'd sit and have a chat
Or take a little walk,
And songs would fill my heart,
Of His praise i would talk.
Great joy I'd find in serving,
Instead of being served,
But, Lord, I'm stuck confined;
Must something more be learned?
See all the things I could
Be doing now for You?
This list did not exhaust
All that there is to do.
Is not there more to life
Than feeling handicapped?
I'd rather give a drink
Instead of for one ask.
"Oh, My precious child,"
My Father said to me,
"It's not a waste of time;
This is My plan for thee.
For so long you've been busy
Running to and fro',
And now you're finally able
To just be still and know
That I, the Lord your God,
Will meet your every need,
I'll comfort and uphold you
Even when you are weak.
I long to just commune
With you, My precious child,
So share with Me your heart
Copyright © Elisabeth Linzey 2014
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