I understand it's a fallen world,
A broken thing not yet healed,
But we either contribute further fracture
Or anticipate fulfilment revealed.
"God wishes happiness for us."
Yes, but of a different sort.
Eternal joy in His presence.
Our time here is but short.
Here we might be called upon
To plow a rocky field.
Hand kept firmly to the task,
Purpose kept concealed.
We might be called to walk around
By others thought a fool.
But someday, the gates will fall
And all will know His rule.
We might be called to pick up a cross
And with heavy steps follow Him.
Christian life is a committment
Not a passing whim.