Infirmities
By: Judy Dyck
“Oh Lord,” I groaned. “Infirmities….
So many, Lord, in me.”
I hung my head. Tears filled my eyes.
“I am no use for Thee…”
“Dear child.” It was the Master’s voice,
So gently calling me.
I shook my head. “My weaknesses!
So great they seem to be!”
“My child?”
But, continuing, I sent another plea:
“But Lord, how can I serve You
In my great infirmity?”
My head dropped low. The teardrops fell.
He waited; called again.
I was ashamed. I lifted up
My tear-stained face, and then-
“Yes, Lord?” I whispered, now contrite.
His voice was still the same-
So gentle. “Child, won’t you let
It glorify My name?”
“Oh daughter, won’t you let me use
Your ‘great infirmity’,
To manifest My power in you,
And draw more souls to Me?”
I met His gaze. His loving gaze.
Tears filled my eyes again.
No words were said; my heart was full.
My heart cried, “Yes, amen!”