I have wondered often if my heart is truly bent to the Lord or merely to His work.

It is a careful thing to not long for the work more than you long for The King.

It’s a fair enough question to ask the Lord from time to time making real sure I

love the quiet moments with Him and that I stay closely knit to His heart before heading off anywhere at all.

My running must be as He bids

Or running then is vain contempt

For If His voice has sent me not

Then on my post I’ll wait my mark.

For when I go I’ll be secure

And know I am His messenger

And in my womb is carried seed

That calls for captives soon release.

Until I hear Him on the wind

I’ll sit and sup and dine with Him

For more important it is to know

That He has sent me before I go.