JUST CONTENT TO BE A SON

Just content to be a son

With no ambition to succeed

In realms of earth, and have no need

Of popularity's acclaim,

Or purchase for myself a name

In serving Christ; for He must be

The Lord throughout eternity.

To see His face and hear His voice,

And do His bidding is my choice.

Just content to be a son,

A son of God without a home,

To stay, or go, or wait, or roam...

Hither and yon without a plan,

Led of the Spirit, not of man.

I'll have no monument of praise,

But I'll have peace in God's own ways;

And though I tread this earthly sod,

I'll walk with Him, I live in God.

Just content to be a son,

Misunderstood, and yet I know

The path I take shall overflow

With life abundant and with grace,

I only need to run the race

With patience, waiting, seeing Him...

Hearing the still small voice within.

If others want the earth to quake...

I'll hear His voice when I awake.

Just content to be a son,

No words to say... but what He says;

No work to do... but what He does;

No fear or worry, anxious care,

I live with Him, His yoke I share...

No name to make, He writes His own

Upon the heart's pure glistening stone;

No life to live, I lay it down,

I'll share His cross... and live again.

George Warnock