I said if I could write a poem
To touch a nation’s heart;
My life would count for something then ��"
I would have done my part.
Or if a sermon that I preach
Would set the world aflame;
Perhaps I would have done something
Worthwhile for Jesus’ name.
I dreamed that I might write a book
To edify the church;
A classic of the Christian faith ��"
Then that would end my search.
But the poem was never written,
The sermon never preached,
My dream was never realized,
My goals were never reached.
And then one day I understood,
It’s not what I have done,
But how I’ve used the gifts I have,
That matters to the Son.
So if my work is never known,
And offers little light ��"
Perhaps it’s pleasing to the one
Who praised the widow’s mite.
“As he journeyed he came near Damascus, and suddenly a light shone around him from heaven.”
Acts 9:3 NKJV
This poem was a finalist in the February 2018 poetry contest