Written last night, after speaking earnestly to several people about their desperate need for Christ, only to have them stare blankly back at me and laugh as I walked away.
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Oh God, let them see!
I am no miracle worker to bid blind eyes open
nor orator to waken spirits by my pleas;
no scholar with the mind to expound salvation
nor strong man pushing with all his strength
a camel through the needle’s eyes.
Oh God, let them hear!
I have no courage in this earthly chest
nor confidence in this pitiful self;
no example set that I may follow
and no way to know which way is best,
only great desire that men be saved.
Oh God, let them live!
I am no prophet to predict the wind’s direction
nor mother to birth the spiritual child;
no apostle or pastor or great church leader
to make the coming judgment clear.
I am nothing but clay with treasure
Spilling from my mouth.
But, as you give me strength
I will speak,
pointing them to the Christ and pleading,
Oh God, let them believe!
Matthew 19:24, 2 Corinthians 4:7, Ephesians 6:19
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