Lydia, At Philippi Poem by Doug Blair

He’s new to this district
And found us in prayer

All down by the river

Our burdens to share.

We women were needy

We women were dry

We women were hopeful

That God would come by.

And fresh from the harbour

There came this strange man

Who, serving one Jesus,

Extolled a new Plan

Where wrongs were forgiven

Where mercy held sway

Where lives were transported

From night into Day.

We clung to his message

Like bees to the bloom

And Glory, his Saviour

Had plenty of room

For more in His Household

For women like us

Who hungered for right things

Who longed just to trust.

And trust, my reaction

His stories, His Cross

His leaving the grave shrouds

His rising, Death’s loss.

I own now this Jesus

Relinquish my heart

(Perhaps now my household

Could give Paul his start.)

For all Greece is needy

And all Greece is lost

I will serve this Gospel

Whatever the cost.