A King and His Servant

There was an servant and a master, a powerful king; the two were close and delighted in each other. The king would say, "do this." And the eager servant would hurry and do his master's bidding; the king would say, "do that." And the servant would do that thing with delight.

There came a day when the servant came to his good king and asked, "what would you have me do today, do you have me go and do trade in the foreign countries, be an ambassador for your majesty?" The king then replied, "I will have you wait here, but until that time do what is already required of you until then." The servant was delighted and went about his business.

The following day, the servant again asked, "what would you have me do today, go to the merchants and do trade with them; or go to a distant land and be your ambassador there?"

The king replied, "I would have you wait here, but until that time do what is already required of you until then."

And the servant went about his business. This happened again the day after. The servant then pressed his master, "Sire, I do what is required of me with joy, and I will continue to do so. But please forgive me, I ask what is it that you have me waiting for? There are pressing matters that I feel should be attended to, trade that should be conducted, places where you are not known or represented."

The king turned to his servant and asked, "am I not a good king, and have I not delighted in you as you have delighted in me? Have I not told you my plans when I feel the time is right, and held nothing back from you?"

The servant fell prostrate, "please do not be angry my lord."

The king replied, "my friend, my friend, I am not angry with you; merely trust me. I am preparing something that I will entrust to you later, be ready when the time comes; but I will have you wait until that time, but do what is already required of you until then."

How then shall the servant respond?

Therefore, do not worry nor concern yourself with what you don't know, but be ever ready when the king calls you, and do what he requires of you now.

Mourn Not

The storm is out tonight, the moon is bright

A strong dead oak tree is howling by the wind

Lightening crashes all around,

I run for shelter as my pain seem to have no end.

I hear the dead cry out for my life,

I cover my ears to deafen their screams.

Mourn not for the dead, for they are gone;

Mourn for the living, for they must go on.

Do what you can while you can,

There will be a time where the terror will end.

Life is rough and you thought you were strong enough

Now that you are going through this pain,

Hold fast, for this season you must learn.

Hold strong like the wide rooted tree,

For this too shall pass.

Young Love and Its Cost

The woods darkened

the rain pours
We don't care, we just stand here on this vacant path.
Your eyes are broken with pain unspoken
Your soul dims as your joy slowly fades.
This fork in the road where we stand
Threads entwined but never to be tied,
Hopes and dreams dashed.
So much had, so much lost;
Young love and its cost.
Cruel choices make a cruel end 

For all that was good.
I ask, "Was it worth it?
To give in, so to hurt?
To forgive, but never forget?"

Clay

I am clay, that is what I am.
To be molded, to be shaped;
Be I simple, be I grand;
I am clay in His hand
To make His name great.