Evening Prayer
I’d love to be at work
And feel the thrill of shoulder to the wheel;
I’d love to feel my days spent – being spent for Thee, O Lord.
I know that’s not the way, but I would love to be
That man at work –
The work which I had seen
Back at the first,
And thrilled to so engage.I’d love to be at work;
I hear so many gripe that they must work
In jobs they hate,
Or callings they despise.I heard the queen anointed was with oil before her time
Of coronation – a calling that;
In prayer prepared,
To do a task – just like I was.I hear complainers grip and chafe beneath a load
Made hard by those who did not comprehend
That callings different are – they don’t depart,
But linger in our hearts long after work is done.For callings are from God who asks, once more –
“And who will go for me?
Whom will I send?”
And I, like others in a distant line, said
Here I am – send me.I know there was that pause –
That pregnant pause which said so much;
Yet in the silent night said,
“Okay – Go – but be aware
This is not quite the route –
A sharp right turn there’ll be”.But You said, “Go”, Dear Lord,
And with that gentle nudge,
Propelled me on my way
Through days of hope,
And zest,
And dreadful misery,
Until today –And still it lingers here
Within my heart,
And mind,
And being;
For here indeed I am – send me –
Please Father, please, send me –
Before the evening falls, and day is done
For me, as for the rest –
I long to go.Dear Father
Please,
I ask –
Send me.navigation