Thanks
Last week the man asked, “Hey there, Stu,
I might have building, cash for you
To do whatever for the King;
What project would He have you bring?”Dumbfounded, said, “I'll think a week –
Like Herod's daughter, guidance seek:
“What shall I ask, oh mother dear? –
To half his kingdom, he made clear.”So, for a week, I drove and spoke
To friends, advisers – I awoke
To what I'd done in years gone by –
Hopes for this town – they need not die.I'd shared that moment with my wife –
Just once I'd hoped to do in life:
“Hey look – this church and cash, a chance –
It may not work (from circumstance) –But now I've done it, said that part
Like Peter Marshall's words in art”.
We laughed on corner in the dark
Then drove back home – Havdallah's part.I heard in module words the fact
I'd turned from consecration's act
In favour of pastoral place
As preferential context space.Forgotten that, in left-brain side –
In right-brain – there it seemed to hide –
It kept me on that preference track
Till week of fun brought memories back.My way with mom – like olden days –
I spoke with freedom ’bout today's
New needs, “We'll take it all in tow
Just pick your route, we'll see you go”.Though hard to sort out my new stance
(Apostle task, not Pastor's dance) –
I'd likely start where I’d left off –
Alarmed I was – with urge to scoff.But in the end, a great reprieve –
A road not open, time to grieve;
Then words of kindness through her tears –
A week of joy as ending neared.Lord thank you for those words of grace
Which let me look upon this place
With hope – potential burst on through
This pall of darkness, lit by you.navigation