Christ’s handmaid… she, a private soul,
Would show to all God’s love,
‘Though battered by this wicked worl’
She’d grown so fearful of.
And yet, this private soul desires
To share, with humankind,
Some spark that could ignite the fires
Of Christ’s love in some mind.
This love she proffers everyone
Is oft’ quite misconstrued;
Folk feel she must want favours done
For deeds so “kind” and “good”.
They just can’t fathom why or how
Someone should ‘just’ be nice,
So, question every kindness: “Now,
I wonder…what’s the price!”
She bonds with folk, yet unaware
Of treachery, con, or spite;
Then sees, through pain, the mask they wear –
When they don’t treat her right,
So broken-hearted!… All her life,
Hurt,… used,… abused,… a ‘bother’;…
Quite petrified to be a wife,…
Yet yearns to be a mother.
Still, through it all, by grace divine,
Life’s trials she must endure:
Each hour, her all to Christ resign,
Sustained by His mind’s power.
Christ’s handmaid,… wiser now, has learn’d,
To trust no one but God
Whose own Son’s perfect love was spurn’d
As He traversed earth’s sod.
Penned: March 24, 1997. Revised: December 14, 2015.
Scriptural allusion – 2 Corinthians 12:9; 1 Peter 4:12; Psalm 56:4, 11; Isaiah 53:3-5.
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