Claim Your Ministry Poem by Daniel Partlow

I ask myself, what’s the point of all that I’ve learned?
It’s moot if I don’t use it to help those whom others have spurned.
But what can I do? A question repeated and churned.
What is my mission? I prayed, pondered, and turned
Why not plant the new seed of true blessings unearned;
In the scorched earth of the forests that Satan has burned?
Sharing the gifts God granted to me when He saw my heart yearned.

Start small, one verse or a comment to one person per day.
One word of the true kindness of Christ, at work or at play.
For someone as shy and retiring as I – It’s not hard to delay.
But once you get started, He grants momentum, and clears the way.
And a little more resolve, that you don’t go astray.
A single act becomes many, a clear purpose replaces the grey.
And His kingdom is come as you make great headway!