I complained of a crowded house;
He showed me slums.
I complained of mud-streaked carpet;
He showed me floors of dirt.
I complained of noisy neighbors;
He showed me prisoned silence.
I complained of bitter cold;
He showed me the faint.
I complained of aching joints;
He showed me the blind, the lame.
I complained of many things;
He showed me -- Himself.
"Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such
things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake
thee." Hebrews 13:5
Copyright
2001 by Louise Norman. All rights reserved. First published by Purpose, June
7, 1970