HIS WONDERS TO PERFORM
You never know when you will be the Lord’s instrument,
A message to another’s soul through you is somehow sent,
We need to always try and live so this will be possible,
Just ordinary folks like you and me, not just an apostle.

One time I was blessed to be clay in His kind hand,
A talk I had prepared about the foolish building on sand,
I stood and my talk did not come at all as I had planned,
Later I used the talk, but not then, I was in God’s hand.

I do not know what I said on that memorable day,
Yet tears filled every eye at the words I did say,
I felt power fill me as the precious words came out,
It was not me speaking, of that I have no doubt.

When I finished and sat down, I felt quite weak,
Many came and thanked me for the words I did speak,
I could not take the credit for they were words divine,
The Lord was speaking, just the voice that was mine.

M Ann Margetson March 6, 2002