He bombards me with the needs of others... because i have said, yes, i will

i have cried too much for what i have wanted and not received...


my life must be laid down
if i am to serve
with all
my heart


a roof over the head of a brother in need...
i wrestled with my comfort...
i wrestled with my desire...
i wrestled with my need...
i wrestled with Him...


'invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind
'enlarge the pegs of your tent
'i came to serve


His words...
not mine...


so i said Yes, my Lord...
i will do it...


and i pray
that my Lord forgives me...


and


that
my brother's 'blindness' be healed
that he might see
how much
my Lord
loves him