Poem

JHarper33(AT)aol.com
Thu, 23 Oct 1997 23:43:25 -0400 (EDT)

I was thinking of this poem this morning, which I first read nearly 20 years
ago, and thought it might be an inspiration to some. I don't know where it
originally came from, but I first read it in Amy Carmichael of Dohnavur by
Frank L. Houghton. Amy Carmichael (1867-1951) was a missionary to India. The
last several years of her life she was an invalid, and this poem begins that
section in her life in this biography.

Two glad services are ours,
Both the Master loves to bless.
First we serve with all our powers--
Then with all our feebleness.

Nothing else the soul uplifts
Save to serve Him night and day,
Serve Him when He givesHis gifts--
Serve Him when He takes away.

C. A. Fox

Barbara
John 17:3 -- And this is life eternal, that they might know Thee the only
true God, and Jesus Christ, whom Thou hast sent.