Groomed To Be Used
God is grooming both me and you, for tasks prepared for men to do.
The Lord may not use all to preach, to those that He wants to reach.
As you’re thrusted into daily scenes, He may choose another means,
To reach many others with the Love, of Christ The Savior up above.
Remember God created everyone, in the likeness of Christ His Son,
And The Lord knows all our abilities, and He knows all of our frailties.
The Lord has given gifts to us all, some are big and some are small,
And The Lord will only use your gifts, in your life as the situation fits.
My friend, God will not force anyone, into service for Christ His Son,
But as you make yourself available, you can become a perfect tool,
A tool fitted for The Master’s hand, used to help others understand,
All about God’s gift of Eternal Life, given to all men by Jesus Christ.
God can use something very small, to touch a heart of a needy soul,
With only a comforting word or two, from caring men like me and you.
Simply go about your normal day, while allowing God to lead the way,
The Lord will lead right to a door, using you to share about your Lord.
You could help the blind man see, Christ is his only hope for Eternity.
Friend what is small in our eyes, is used by God to make others wise.
You may think that your gift is small, but with God, it is not that at all.
You’ll be surprised what He can do, with willing men like me and you.
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