~Where Will We Be?~

     When our time comes to stand before the Lord,
          & our life here on earth is done,
     whether He calls us home alone, or together
           in the catching away by the Son,
      all I want to know is that we're in His will,
            right where he meant us to be,
& that he will be pleased with us, because, most of all,
   we made a difference to someone's eternal destiny~

       When we remained in the bondage & pain
            yesterdays buried us under
    we missed the miracles, the joy,& the peace
       that can fill us with passion & wonder,
       passion to see others come as they are
         boldly to the throne of grace, too...
...& wonder to marvel that He chose preaching & prayer    
      to win the lost to Him, through me, & you!

   I observe all the signs, as they rapidly increase,
       & know Your return has drawn nigh,
   I'm learning to watch on my knees faithfully,
     & keep looking toward the eastern sky,
  but still, You delay Your return for the ones
    who have yet to hear the good news, & see
that You're calling them home,& will wash them clean,
    if they'll just face that they need to be.

  So, Father, whatever time still must unfold
     before we finally see You face to face,
  open the door for us to be zealous, & bold
     to tell others of Your Amazing grace!
Remove any shortsightedness,& return our total focus
     to those dying day by day, without You!
       Here we are, Lord! Send us wherever
        You've planned for us to be, & do
           all that You put us here to!
                    *~*~*~*
                                     ~Anastazia Rowe~
                                      May 15th, 2004.
    

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When I returned to my hometown, After being here a few months, seeing folks I used to know, meeting others I'm getting to know, my heart has been filled with His love for them, & I long to be fully & completely restored, in every way, & used to shine His light to everyone still in darkness....I wrote this one Saturday night, after sitting out on my balcony, praying for all the kids staggering home drunk, not even seeing me, or knowing they were being lifted up to the throne of grace...& I prayed for all the lives affected by those racing home after the bars emptied, feeling like being called to love my neighbour is being extended, stretched, grown...& that there are many, many ways to be a good samaritan~  

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