1.9. 1989. (from Edith Schaeffer's talk)
Lord, make me be of solid wood
of oak, or even pine,
That all throughout I'm all the same,
not just veneer that shines,
So if I'm sliced, what is exposed
will be the same strong wood,
And if cut down, that which remains
can be used for some good.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
236. Revolving Door of Worry
30.8.1989.
It bothers me that I'm bothered,
and unable to rest.
Why can't I put it down and leave
this burden that's a test.
I pick it up, and put it down,
and pick it up again.
My mind thinks up solutions and
the freedom I'd have then.
The problem is I put it down
then stand and stare at it.
That only agitates my heart,
it doesn't quiet it.
I tell Him how I'm bothered and
He asks me what's the fuss.
I see the burden in His hand...
it looks like so much dust.
It bothers me that I'm bothered,
and unable to rest.
Why can't I put it down and leave
this burden that's a test.
I pick it up, and put it down,
and pick it up again.
My mind thinks up solutions and
the freedom I'd have then.
The problem is I put it down
then stand and stare at it.
That only agitates my heart,
it doesn't quiet it.
I tell Him how I'm bothered and
He asks me what's the fuss.
I see the burden in His hand...
it looks like so much dust.
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