Monday, February 26, 2007

Preacher blues

Why are you cast down, O my soul?
I preached a sermon to empty pews.
Hope thou in God!
I will, but not yet, not yet.

Why are you cast down, O my soul?
I delivered a thousand tracts,
But no-one came.
None saved, not yet, not yet.

Why are you cast down, O my soul?
Are labours vain in the Lord?
No, there is hope.
But not yet, not yet.

Why are you cast down, O my soul?
Did the Lord promise ease?
Now to rest?
Soon, but not yet, not yet.

Why are you cast down, O my soul?
Sow in tears
Reap in joy.
Harvest, but not yet, not yet.

Why are you cast down, O my soul?
Go, preach Christ.
Behold! He comes,
Now, but not yet, not yet.

Why are you cast down, O my soul?
Be lifted up!
Hope in God,
Praise him yet.

I will.

2 comments:

Gary Brady said...

Happy Monday, Guy!

Exiled Preacher said...

Thanks, Gary!