Disciple's Calculus
Count it all joy,
Counting is not sentimental,
But cold unerring calculation,
As we press on,
we count the dangers,
oppositions, discouragement, sorrows,
depressions, temptations, desertions,
with difficulties on every side.
Summing up the bits,
we are enveloped in God's,
abiding presence, peace, happiness,
depth in knowing Him, maturity,
glory,and becoming like Him.
Adding up the sum,
we see God's promises,
are unfailing and His will,
is being fulfilled with rewards,
and recompense awaits the disciple.
Then
the total sum is,
all joy with unspeakable glory.
Since the present sufferings,
cannot at all be compared with,
the glory to be revealed in us,
who believe.
Copyright © Odu Mkwute | Year Posted 2007
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