Christ's Choice for Me

One lesson I've learned growing up, is that God's plan for our lives is usually a lot different from what we would choose! But I'm so glad God knows what's best for us. This poem sums it up!

 

I would have chosen a sunlit path,

All strewn with roses fair,

With never a cloud to darken my way--

Nor a shade of anxious care.

 

But He chose for me a better way--

Not sunshine or roses sweet

But clouds o'er head and thorns below

That cut and hurt my feet.

I have deep joys of another kind;

My Rose of Sharon is He:

And as for sunshine—His lovely face

Is perfect sunshine to me.

 

I would have chosen my life to be

Active, tireless and strong;

A constant, ceaseless working for Him,

Amid the needy throng.

 

But He chose for me a better lot--

A life of frequent pain,

Of strength withheld when 'twas needed most,

Amid loss instead of gain.

He gave me work of another kind,

Far, far above my thought,

The work of interceding with Him

For the souls that he had bought.

 

'Tis far, far better to let Him choose

The way that we should take,

If only we thus leave our life with Him,

He will guide without mistake.

We, in our blindness would never choose

A pathway dark and rough,

And so we should never find in Him

“The God who is enough”;

 

In disappointment, trouble, and pain,

We turn to the Changeless One,

And prove how faithful, loving and wise

Is God's beloved Son.

 

Catherine S. Miller