By times, the journey seems to slow down
to an aching crawl.
Fog descends upon the path,
and I can’t tell how far –
How far I’ve come,
or how far I’ve yet to go.
My tendency in times like this
is to work without Your joy.
To push on, just to push on,
Duty holds me on the line.
But, Lord, I know by waiting
You intend a great design.
Knowing what my growth in Christ
will make me in the end –
a righteous saint in sinless white
who lives to serve Your name,
free from sin,
free from fear,
and free from guilt and shame –
knowing this has two effects:
first, boldness in my fate.
But, secondly, impatience
t’ward my present, sinful state.
I want it now.
And this desire that burns within my soul
is not all bad.
To be like You, my goal.
This seed has been planted.
You have promised it will grow.
Many look across the fields
of Your redeemed – the church,
they mourn the lack of lush, green growth,
the dry and dusty earth,
the loss of blessings raining down,
which prayer is said to bring.
But, farmers are not growers;
they cannot make seeds grow.
To farm is to plant, then wait.
But this is not to try and say
there’s little work to do.
Greatest care is taken
to adjust what can be changed
to give each seed conditions
which will fuel the growth within.
But growth is not an action farmers
do for all their seeds.
Nor can the seed self-will itself
into a plant or tree.
Growth has been intended,
Programed by Your hand on high.
It’s rate, it’s height, it’s pace and depth,
all come by Your design.
You call each farmer to his work,
yet You control the fields.
You call each Christian to his growth
yet You will bring the yield.
The project and the outcome
Are Your work from start to end.
But You include me,
So that I can share, along with You,
the joy that comes from harvesting
what, on my own, I could never do.
Grace alone can teach me how to work and wait in one,
Grace alone can promise me that harvests soon will come.