THE CALLING

I had a dream this morning

While I was safe in bed…

A dream about what I wanted to do

Before my youth had fled.

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I was in a group of young people

Who each had their own style…

I remember once being in such a group,

Which suited for a while.

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Environmentally active,

Each one was in education…

Teaching kids the love of life

Without any hesitation.

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When not with kids, we sat around

Taking our life with ease…

Except for studying for a class

We did whatever we pleased.

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But when I expressed faith in God

There came a certain pall…

It was not compatible with the lifestyle

To own a Creator of all.

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Not all of us instantly know

What we would do in life…

Too soon it seems we have our kids,

A husband or a wife.

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To “respond responsibly to a calling”,

The first question of a Boy Scout Award…

I’m afraid it’s taken a lifetime

For conclusions toward that accord!

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I wanted to be a servant,

That much I knew from my God…

When I shuddered to think of what the next day would bring—

When my own life seemed to be to me, too odd.

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I’ve asked preachers of their calling,

On how they did decide…

For most it was a matter of step-by-step

Working out what convictions would abide.

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Very few had a “lightning bolt” image

Of what with their life they would do…

For most of us who trust the Lord,

Our calling we’ve had to work through.

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So what have I decided

To do with the rest of my life…

I’ll be a servant to God, maybe you,

Loving and taking care of my wife!

–Jonathan Caswell