The Four W’s

I’m one of God’s redeemed, I am;
I’m in His arms of care, and can
Do anything I wish, as long
As photographing is my song.

So photographing’s what I do
Eight hours a day – each task is new;
I prototype a paradigm –
Apostleship (the focus mine) –

To giver’s group, the finance types;
My main concern? To get it right –
Both task as such in modern time,
And target-group first on my mind.

I know the time is now at hand,
And slowly grows my little band;
I learn each day from Jesus Christ,
Just what to do to get things right.

I know, though indirect my ways,
That’s subterfuge – the way which pays
Without attracting undue stings
From angry bees for wrecking things.

The target turf in heartland space
Is close at hand – and just in case
It is not clear what I’m to do,
I let things go – and follow You.

For going there is still not clear,
Although departure is quite near;
Anticipation rises fast
To be en route to there at last.

It’s hard to wait, impatient I,
But warned by Nee, I quiet lie
Prepared, yet active in my way,
My mind aware of coming day.

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