I Answered The Call
By Myrtle Poor
I sit here upon this bed
My legs will not work you see.
I can not walk or do the jobs ,
Lord, that have you set for me.
This bed has become my prison Lord
It is not the life I had planned at all,
When first I came to you Oh Lord
And answered your loving call.
Many years I walked upon my feet
And did the things you so kindly you ask.
I went to church every chance I got
And thought these things would last.
Then four years ago
As fast as the ticking of the clock.
My life changed so drastically
it was a total shock.
I could no longer walk around
And do the things you ask.
So I just turned the corner
And took on a different task.
Now I write such lovely words
With the gift you given to me
Each word I write is loving praise
I send them up to Thee.
I want to say it doesn't matter
The lot in life we're dealt down here
What ever valley that we are in
We should work for you with cheer.
Copyright 2008
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