"Come, I will teach you in My gallery.
Come, I will show you the work of My hands."
As I sat in the quiet place,
I looked for displays of Your glory.
I watched for Your searing lightning,
I listened for Your mighty thunder.
I read in search of Your holy laws,
I studied for the rules by which to live.
But as I searched for the rules to explain You,
As I hoped for understanding that would remove Your mystery,
You chose to show me men. . . simple men,
For souls that love You are Your glorious handiwork.
As I sat quietly in the darkness,
A line of changed hearts passed before me:
You showed me a monk who changed the world,
And a man desperately alone because of his insight.
You showed me a missionary who shone light into darkness,
And a man whose heart broke at the things undone.
You showed me an evangelist for the masses,
And a man who ached for restored friendship.
You showed me an elder who could crawl into Your arms,
And a man whose days are filled with pain.
You showed me a pastor who teaches with passion,
And a man familiar with grief.
You showed me a father of nations,
And a man who knew the agony of sacrifice.
You showed me a king after Your own heart,
And a man whose sin destroyed a nation.
You showed me an apostle to the Gentiles,
And a man who suffered much for Your name.
The procession passed before me, continuing to the horizon,
Each one bearing his sorrow in one hand and his joy in the other.
Though the burdens are heavy to the point of stumbling,
Each heart is aglow with Your shining love.
"What is your heart's desire, O son of man?
What goal are you willing to give up all to reach?"