What does it mean to be blessed, if
not riches, and health and friends?
Doesn’t praise lead to
prosperity, prayer to protection, and piety to prestige?
She counted all loss as chaff, in
the light of gaining her Master;
And declared him immeasurably sufficient,
unfailingly good, and ever the sweeter
I marvel at the rich welcome that
must have been your servant’s when her spirit left an earthly tent,
I wonder at the Son, who rose up
to meet her at the gates,
He walked with her, joined by the
multitude she moved on earth; and she astonished at mighty answers to prayers,
then unseen, but now crystal clear
She didn’t travel the world, didn’t
cross the seas, but greater an impact than thundering lords,
Greater surely, must be her God!
A legacy of hardship endured like
a good soldier of Christ; assuredly outweighs land and wealth and gold
May her offspring remember, and thus,
may her story ever be told.
Lest we reduce life to cause and
effect;
Lest we reduce life to actions, equal
& opposite reactions;
Asking why the righteous do suffer,
and then fret because of evil, passing our days bitterly groaning
But You do not answer our
questions with certainties; only offer Yourself steadfastly and beseech us
to do the same.
Your paths are beyond tracing
out; Your ways inscrutable.
Truly, I cannot place my finger
on them, but with granted wisdom, oh let me please discern Your Hand.
