Not My Will, But His

Dear Lord, what will I do without my eyes?
Day follows day, each curtailing more light,
Until at last blindness will paralyze,
And I will dwell in everlasting night!
As for me, I will remain in Your joy
When sight is gone, or always part of me;
But darkness will my whole witness destroy!
I can't read, or write, unable to see!
What? Have I forgotten the gift of prayer?
That one can serve much by uplifting pleas,
If, for others, he does fervently care
So much, beseeching brings them to their knees?
No, I had not thought of serving God that way,
But not my will, His, has the final say!

Those of you who are regular readers of my blog (all two of you!)(Ha!), will remember God's miracle given me last August; He restored my eyesight, when the ophthamologists believed I had lost it forever. I was so grateful to Him, I pledged to use every minute I had left to me in trying to serve Him the only way I can, by writing, conducting Bible seminars, and reading the Bible, learning as much about Him as possible. That is what I have done---writing articles based on scripture, conducting weekly seminars for other elderly men and women, and writing 143 poems with comments in this daily blog.

Last Friday afernoon I suffered a fifth stroke in my eyes, and my left eye has a second portion blacked out as a result. I rejoice and give Him thanks for counting me worthy of suffering with Him; for suffering in working for Jesus is a privilege.

"For it has been granted to you on behalf of Christ not only to believe on him, but also to suffer for him." (Philippians 1:29)

"...those who suffer according to God's will, should commit themselves to God's will and continue to do good." (1 Peter 4:19)

I rejoice in suffering, and I rededicate myself to continue to doing good, as I consider this that I do doing good, until I can no longer do it, when I will find another way of serving Him that I can do.