He Came To Me
by Barbara Philbrook

He came to me in the middle of the night,
saying if I want to help I must do it right.

I must constantly seek His advice,
and if I doubt the answer go back twice.

I must not go off making decisions on my own,
I must wait till His perfect will is known.

I must always remember that He knows best,
and will do whatever is needed so I pass each test.

It is His work in which I'm being allowed to share,
and it will always work out I need never fear.

The temptation to take over will certainly arise,
why there may even be temptations that come as a surprise.

Constant communication between the Potter and the Clay,
everything will work out perfectly that way.

He came to reveal there's much to do,
and if we'll but obey we can help too.       
            

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