He stands by a windowt
Face very close
As he wonders
Looks intensely at the new morning sky
And quietly wonders.
Much work to be done
Yet, the workers wait;
Harvest fields seem ripe in the morning sunlight
Yet, this kingdom worker stands and waits,
And wonders.
He could walk the distance now to the horizon far off
Hills that define,
But would he really?
The heart bows in faithful submission
Eyes and heart in prayer
Many words in the Spirit spoken
While on his knees even a few tears of surrender;
The Lord has a plan
Truly only what can work,
What will prepare and till the soil
Ready it for good seeds planted
Other good sprouted seedlings to water
All done at the right time in the right place
Optimum things done only by the God of Perfection
Who calls us to be perfect,
Like His Son
Like the Shepherd our Lord and King.
This window will become a door
The horizon will be as sunlight about our feet,
My feet as another disciple, a servant obeys the Spirit of Love
The true Spirit of everlasting freedom
His children who wade deeply into the river of healing with streams
That flows from beneath the Temple Throne.