May 22, 2017
By Seth Osborn
Boulder SDB Church, CO
I’ve seen rain clouds and lightning
And mud is on my shoes;
Still there’s work to be done by
Whomever it behooves.
(Yes, I know that it’s me, Lord,
But can it wait a while?
All the weather is gloomy…
Besides, I’ve other trials.)
God, I pray that you grant me
With strength to wait inside
And a zeal to support those
Who take this storm in stride.
(For you’re much better off with
A soldier tried and true
Than a brand new recruit that
Would serve to hinder you.)
But you still keep declaring
You want me for the fight
So that all men may know you
And move from wrong to right.
Who am I? Quite a bad choice
To give this hefty task:
Hesitation surrounds me
And strives to hold me back.
So I sit and I watch, wipe
My foggy window clear,
When some words in a whisper
Just barely catch my ear:
“Is it I whom you seek, or
Your own ill-fated way?
Now repent of your doubt, child,
And trust what I shall say.”
Now the rain makes me cold, drenched,
And—dare I say—washed clean.
So I follow the Lord through
These troubles He’s foreseen.
