How to STAY where God puts you
Ever since I was sixteen I wanted to go.
He put a new song in my mouth…
And I wanted to sing it to the ends of the earth.
And all my plans, and preparations to go,
has landed me in staying.
And now, even as I stay in bed many days, due to the life formation that is drawing all of my life out of me, and I read of these adventures, of women I greatly admire, the longings to go pull at my heart.
But, for now,
I stay in faith.
but also long that,
And for those other women whose hearts long for the going, I share this poem about the staying.
May we stay in faith, and faithfully stay.
“Stay there until I tell you. Matthew 2:13
I’ll stay where You’ve put me; I will, dear Lord,
Though I wanted so badly to go;
I was eager to march with the “rank and file,”
Yes, I wanted to lead them, You know.
I planned to keep step to the music loud,
To cheer when the banner unfurled,
To stand in the midst of the fight straight and proud,
But I’ll stay where You’ve put me.
I’ll stay where You’ve put me; I’ll work, dear Lord,
Though the field be narrow and small,
And the ground be neglected, and stones lie thick,
And there seems to be no life at all.
The field is Your own, only give me the seed,
I’ll sow it with never a fear;
I’ll till the dry soil while I wait for the rain,
And rejoice when the green blades appear;
I’ll work where you’ve put me.
I’ll stay where You’ve put me; I will, dear Lord;
I’ll bear the day’s burden and heat,
Always trusting You fully, when sunset has come
I’ll lay stalks of grain at Your feet.
And then, when my earth work is ended and done,
In the light of eternity’s glow,
Life’s record all closed, I surely will find
It was better to stay than to go;
I’ll stay where you’ve put me.
“O restless heart-beating against the prison bars of your circumstances and longing for a wider realm of usefulness-allow God to direct all your days. Patience and trust, even in the midst of the monotony of your daily routine, will be the best preparation to courageously handle the stres and strain of a great opportunity, which God may someday send.”
Poem and excerpt from Streams in the Desert by L.B Cowman, March 17 entry