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What Task is Mine
 


Oh God most high, I humbly now implore,
Lord, I am but human...faulty, frail.
May I ask Thee boldly, one time more...
I sometimes miss important small detail.
Be patient with me, Father, if you can,
directed by Thy Word, which is pure truth.
What task is mine? What, in Your final plan?
To follow, as did she, as told in Ruth?
Do those empowered always do Thy will?
And has the enemy tricked me again?
What task is mine? Oh yes, I ask it still,
to what should I adhere and what abstain?
Leave not this servant Lord...so headstrong, weak.
Undone, whate'er I do, whate'er I speak.


Quote: Elizabeth Fry

It is appropriate that I expand on words
of Elizabeth Fry as she was related to my
paternal grandmother.









By cherryk

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