The Way It Works
That's just the way it works. He calls. You go out. It doesn't matter how tired you are or what you are feeling inside. You have to go out.
You might have lost a friend today, or found out that someone close has cancer. You might have had a door slammed in your face by someone you love. You might have been terribly misunderstood and criticized. But it doesn't matter. You have to go out. That's just the way it works.
When you accepted your call you gave up rights to your life. Remember, "Deny yourself...take up your cross..." Your life is not your's anymore. So pick up your helmet for the hundreth time today...and go out.
If only they understood. If only they knew how to take care of a warrior. The battles you would fight, the strongholds you would storm. You really would die for Christ, wouldn't you? Why do they throw so many things at you that are not worth dying for or living for?
Somehow when you stagger in with nothing left to give, somewhere someone is celebrating a miracle. The darkness has been pushed back in someone's life. A second chance from heaven is shining on someone's face. But you are tired because you are just a human involved in God-sized things. People wonder at your faith, but you wonder if God took notice. And just before you catch your breath, the call comes again...and you have to go out. That's just the way it works.
Pick up your helmet and get out there. Called ones will rest in eternity, but never here. That's just the way it works.
You might have lost a friend today, or found out that someone close has cancer. You might have had a door slammed in your face by someone you love. You might have been terribly misunderstood and criticized. But it doesn't matter. You have to go out. That's just the way it works.
When you accepted your call you gave up rights to your life. Remember, "Deny yourself...take up your cross..." Your life is not your's anymore. So pick up your helmet for the hundreth time today...and go out.
If only they understood. If only they knew how to take care of a warrior. The battles you would fight, the strongholds you would storm. You really would die for Christ, wouldn't you? Why do they throw so many things at you that are not worth dying for or living for?
Somehow when you stagger in with nothing left to give, somewhere someone is celebrating a miracle. The darkness has been pushed back in someone's life. A second chance from heaven is shining on someone's face. But you are tired because you are just a human involved in God-sized things. People wonder at your faith, but you wonder if God took notice. And just before you catch your breath, the call comes again...and you have to go out. That's just the way it works.
Pick up your helmet and get out there. Called ones will rest in eternity, but never here. That's just the way it works.