I ASKED the Lord to let me do
Some mighty work for Him;
To fight amid His battle hosts,
Then sing the victor’s hymn.
I longed my ardent love to show,
But Jesus would not have it so.
He placed me in a quiet home
Whose life was calm and still,
And gave me little things to do,
My daily round to fill;
I could not think it good to be
Just put aside so silently.
Small duties gathered round my way,
They seemed of earth alone;
I, who had longed for conquests bright
To lay before His throne,
Had common things to do and bear,
To watch and strive with daily care.
So then I thought my prayer unheard,
And asked the Lord once more
That He would give me work for Him
And open wide the door–
Forgetting that my Master knew
Just what was best for me to do.
Then quietly the answer came:
“My child, I hear thy cry;
Think not that mighty deeds alone
Will bring thee victory.
The battle has been planned by Me,
Let daily life thy conquests see.”
Daily Heavenly Manna
“Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men.”