We who have a calling,
A mission of which we’re sure,
May think that ensconced at home
Is more than we can endure
“What of my great mission?”
A world I’m supposed to change
To do it from behind closed doors
Feels unnaturally strange
But what is my purpose?
What am I meant to be?
Is serving God and others
More that just about me?
Lord use this time of seclusion
To mould me as you see fit
Let me think of the greater good
And help me in this time to do my bit
It’s not about grand gestures
Or the numbers that hear my voice
But those I can keep safe from home
To “love my neighbour” is my choice.
Heavenly Father, shape me to serve you. Make me a vessel of encouragement, a servant through prayer. Lord instill me wisdom, and humility. Lord watch over and protect all your people. Amen.
“But now, LORD, you are our father. We are the clay, and you are our potter. All of us are the work of your hand (Isaiah 64:8).” [see Isaiah 29:16; Jeremiah 18:1-9; Romans 9:14-24 as well]