The
ocean waves rush to the shore
Crashing
on rock and sand.
Then
they slip back into the sea,
As
if it had been planned.
You
might think they labor in vain,
Working
to no avail.
Rushing
the shore time and again
Seeming,
each time, to fail.
But
with each run upon the shore
They
carry back to land
The
rubble tossed from wave to wave
Until
it becomes sand.
The
shoreline grows wider in time,
Or
great cliffs cave and fall,
And
wave on wave of rushing sea
Can
shape or break it all.
There
is a power in His plan,
Though
often we don’t see
Just
how the greater picture forms
Outside
of little me.
Be
like those waves, obedient
To
that which God calls you.
For,
like them, you may very well
Have
greater work to do!
1
Corinthians 12:6
There
are different kinds of working, but in all of them and in everyone it is the
same God at work.
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