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The Master's Will

The Master’s Will



I laid it down in silence,

            this work of mine,

and took what had been sent me

            a resting time.

The Master’s voice had called me

            to rest apart;

“Apart with Jesus only,”

            echoed in my heart.


I took the rest and stillness

            from His own hand,

and felt this present illness,

            was what He planned.

How often we choose labour,

            when He says “Rest”

our ways are blind and crooked;

            His way is best.


Work He Himself has given,

            He will complete.

There may be other errands

            for tired feet;

there may be other duties

            for tired hands,

the present, is obedience

            to His commands.


There is a blessed resting

            in lying still,

in letting His hand mold us,

            just as He will.

His work must be completed.

            His lesson set;

He is the Master Workman:

            do not forget!


It is not only “working.”

            we must be trained;

Jesus knew obedience,

            through suffering to merit

for us, His yoke is easy,

            His burden light.

His discipline most needful,

            and all is right.


We are to be His servants;

            we never choose

if this tool or if that one

            our hands will use.

In working or in waiting

            may we fulfill

not ours at all, but only

            the Master’s will!


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