My Quest
My Quest
To answer the question
when asked how I serve,
from high expectations
with justified nerve,
The answer is simply,
"I make it my quest
to heed when He calls
with my faithfully best."
Each soul of His
precious as each one before
He calls to my heart
gently knocking the door
and moves me to do
or to say or to give
and be an example
of how we should live.
It's heeding His call
as an urgent request
to shine through his light
at my faithfully best.
Revived yet anew
fanning fire to grace
that's forging the crown
on my head He will place.
Enslaved obligations
found driving my soul,
albeit whole hearted
yet still leave a hole,
elude the elation
of feeling His touch
and the loving approval
I yearn for so much.
For the jewels of my crown
are the moments of these
In no better way
to my God could I please
than to honor the vow
of "I make it my quest
to heed when He calls
with my faithfully best."
-Jeannie Minor
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