WORK FOR GOD
By Frank E. Henrich
June 20, 2010
Last year, I wrote a poem
Called, “I am a Raindrop,”
It spoke of a ministry for
With each drop a worker.
Yes, a worker for God
Not a large important part,
a person with dignity
Seeking and doing God's will.
Then today, as the deacon spoke
June Fathers’ Day sermon,
Something wonderful happened to me,
An unfolding of a deeper meaning.
I thought, is there more to learn
About the raindrop and its attributes?
Are God's raindrops like
Only to fall on rocks and die?
There I sat in the pew motionless
to him tell us all
Of our wonderful Savior Jesus,
Truly the deacon loved God.
Yet as he spoke,
Was listening to a silent voice
Guiding me through a study
Of a raindrop working for
My mind was expectant;
Could there be a deeper,
Yet, more profound understanding
this raindrop, that's myself?
Then I realized my life, my drop,
Is not physical but spiritual,
That the work I do for God
Isn't dependent on my wearing out.
So I thought, what purpose
my little drop of water?
Water is used to nourish plants
To bring them to a fruitful state.
I thought, it must follow,
I, the raindrop, must also nourish,
But not in a physical world,
in a spiritual life plain.
Yes, Yes, I am a spiritual drop,
A helping messenger sent out
To bring lost souls to salvation,
Showing them that Jesus is the way.
My mind seemed swimming with
Others must be noticing, wondering!
Yet, as I gazed around the church
Then I thought, how long, how long
Can I last as a spiritual drop?
Am I quickly
Like a physical drop of water?
Praise God! Oh praise our God,
it came clear to me,
My drop isn't lost when nourishing
A sick soul seeking God, our Master.
my drop does only hold
A small bit of spiritual energy,
But it is renewed every day,
God, please bless my raindrop.
Then I thought how can this be?
Again my mind became clear,
gives my drop spiritual gifts
As daily, I seek His work.
Praise God for this new profound
of my work for Jesus,
Who died on the cross for me,
Whose blood covers my sins.
My inner thoughts
And my mind returned to the service,
The deacon soon finished his sermon.
his hand, I thanked him.
I went back to my daughter’s home
Finding a quiet spot I wrote
While it was fresh on my mind;
It was then a question did arise.
I thought, Lord, what do you want
Me, to do with this information?
(The Lord knows I like to write poems
So of course, I wrote it down.)
But Lord, is it written just for me?
Perhaps it’s intended also for others,
poetic prose to be read,
Could it also be for you my reader?
A deep sadness then filled me,
although, I love to serve now,
This has not always been so,
Oh! To relive those wasted years.
Reader, has this made you realize
That your raindrop lies unused?
Has your lifestyle of self-ego
your raindrop from view?
It’s not too late for you,
Get down on your knees,
Tell God you’re
sorry and want
To be a raindrop for Him.
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