When I Consider How My Light Is Spent...

When I Consider How My Light Is Spent
by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or His own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait."


Am I so busy speeding about doing this and that that I neglect the other more important form of service, waiting on the Lord? This poem reminds me of Mary and Martha. My prayer this week is that the Lord would allow me to faithfully wait before His throne, to sit patiently beneath His feet and learn from His Word that Truth that I need, and then and only then to rise again and do His bidding when He sends me thence. LORD, renew my strength as I keep silence before You. Amen.

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