In the whispers of the divine, a call echoes clear,  
Not a mandate to serve in ways drawn and near.  
But a meeting with the essence of God so true,  
Molding desires and dreams, in His light anew.

The call of the Lord, a reflection of His grace,  
In my life, it finds a unique and fitting place.  
Service, not a burden, but a joy so bright,  
Emerging from a heart in His love alight.

Paul once spoke of a call, a vision divine,  
To reveal His Son, through the spirit and sign.  
Such service, a river from love's deep well,  
No command it needs, in its depths to dwell.

A mirror of devotion, this service I bring,  
Echoing the nature of the Heavenly King.  
In relationship with Him, so rightly set,  
His call I understand, without regret.

In the garden of God's love, service blooms,  
A natural expression from a heart that assumes.  
Driven by love, pure and unswayed,  
In His steps, my path is lovingly laid.

This service, a gift of love, deliberate and sure,  
Echoing His call, in a bond so pure.  
My nature and His, in harmony blend,  
In service united, till the very end.

His voice in mine, a chorus divine,  
Together in service, seamlessly entwine.  
The Son reveals Himself, in actions so kind,  
In devotion to Him, my life's purpose I find.

January 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop