I had a dream this morning
While I was safe in bed…
A dream about what I wanted to do
Before my youth had fled.
I was in a group of young people
Who each had their own style…
I remember once being in such a group,
Which suited for a while.
Each one was in education…
Teaching kids the love of life
Without any hesitation.
When not with kids, we sat around
Taking our life with ease…
Except for studying for a class
We did whatever we pleased.
But when I expressed faith in God
There came a certain pall…
It was not compatible with the lifestyle
To own a Creator of all.
Not all of us instantly know
What we would do in life…
Too soon it seems we have our kids,
A husband or a wife.
To “respond responsibly to a calling”,
The first question of a Boy Scout Award…
I’m afraid it’s taken a lifetime
For conclusions toward that accord!
I wanted to be a servant,
That much I knew from my God…
When I shuddered to think of what the next day would bring—
When my own life seemed to be to me, too odd.
I’ve asked preachers of their calling,
On how they did decide…
For most it was a matter of step-by-step
Working out what convictions would abide.
Very few had a “lightning bolt” image
Of what with their life they would do…
For most of us who trust the Lord,
Our calling we’ve had to work through.
So what have I decided
To do with the rest of my life…
I’ll be a servant to God, maybe you,
Loving and taking care of my wife!