"What wouldst Thou have me do, dear Lord?
Where wouldst Thou have me go?
I'm open to suggestions, Lord,
I thought You'd like to know."

I took great relish in this prayer,
With pride I spoke each word;
And yet no answer came from God,
As though He hadn't heard.

Much time went by, "God's slow," mused I,
"He's shelved me," so I thought ~
"He doesn't want my talents,
He has left me here to rot!"

No one can know He's blessed me so,
I've talents yet unknown;
If He won't choose my gifts to use,
How can His gifts be shown?

More time passed by till one day I
Spoke humbly to my Lord:
"Mold me until I'm in Your will,
I'll *gladly* be ignored!"

Unlike the prayer so long ago,
This one was filled with tears;
I vowed I'd serve Him silently
Through my remaining years.

My own Amen was scarce said when
I heard God speak to me:
"You can't seek fame
and wear My Name...
My child, which shall it be?"

--Connie

"If you will humble yourselves
under the mighty hand of God,
in His good time
He will lift you up."
(I Peter 5:6, LB)