The Baptist Beacon
A JOB TO DO
Judy Elliott _ Palmer, Alaska
We all know the day we're saved
We have a job to do.
God needs preachers and singers
He needs fervent prayers, too.
There's a job He has for some to do
That others don't recognize
Someone to care for that preacher man
She follows God through his eyes.
She's to go where he's led
Without a complaint
Leave family and friends,
In well_doing never faint.
God's called to her to stand by him
When the way gets rough.
He needs to know there's always someone
Who won't leave when they've had enough.
Though the way is often hard
The Lord always knows
And provides special blessings
Wherever she goes.
Then for many there comes a day
When the job they've always known
Comes to an end _
Their preacher has been called home.
Now after 30, 40 years or more,
What's her job now?
"Dear God this is harder than those early years."
"What should I do? And, oh Lord, how?
She has a job for the Lord,
Something brand new.
It takes time to learn her place
And just what she's to do.
With a heart full of pain
And so much emptiness
She must start a new life
And try to do her best.
The Lord will walk with her
She's served as she should.
He'll help her to do things
She thought she never could.
We always remember the men of God
Who preached for years and years.
They've gone to heaven to be with God
They'll never shed anymore tears.
She waits to go, too, where the pain will be gone
And there's no more work to do.
But now once again, with quiet sacrifice,
She'll seek His will to do.
We honored her husband who followed God's call
Let's honor the one in the wings.
With much love and prayers from those she loves,
God will help her to do the right things.