He once had a dream he would be trusted
While those close to him doubted his strength
They’d even remind him most of his life
Just how feeble his capacity was
He longed for the day and prayed for the night
When a soul at last would believe in his power
When entrusted he would finally be
With something that would measure his might
He begged and pleaded from those around him
If only they’d see the worth in his eyes
He was ready to serve with his talents
Why couldn’t they see his capacity?
All of his life he could never receive
The confidence and trust of another
When he grew up, his hope faded away
Into the listless realms of reality
Until one day he saw needs unfulfilled
He saw people in pain and knew he could help
At first, from habit he shied away
Keeping his place off in the background
But then a quiet miracle occurred
And a still small voice from heaven he heard
“I have a position that needs to be filled
“A stewardship so sacred to me
“I need a steward to watch my vineyard
“And you’re the one I’ve reserved for this job
“You have my trust with these lives so precious
“I know my vineyard will be safe in your hands”
He wept in tears as he’d never conceived
That God, Himself, placed His trust in him
From that day forward, he never doubted
For he had found what he always possessed
He just never knew he was trusted
And while others always doubted before
He saw he didn’t need their approval
For he had become God’s faithful steward
Nothing much mattered any more
His life was simple, his orders were few
From then on his life was about
Following through with his Master’s plan
Jason Westlake
Fri, Aug 24, 2007
