The Lord’s servant – a poem

I am the Lord’s servant. May everything you have said about me come true. Lk:1:38

It is easy to accept His will, when it’s cordial
When it’s a blessing in our terms.
But will it be possible to thank Him,
When it is confusing and disturbing?

Elizabeth, old as she is would be ome pregnant.
The Lord is kind; she exclaims.
Mary, a virgin is pregnant six months later.
I am the Lord’s servant; she accepts.

After years of prayer, Elizabeth is blessed.
All rejoice with her. All praise God for her.
But Mary is all alone. She is cursed when she accepts His will.
A virgin getting pregnant, can that be God’s will?

Someone greater than the greatest is being formed.
In her womb, through all her pains.
Through all the loneliness and difficulties
She alone had to go through. Yet she accepted.

Would you accept pain and ridicule.
The same way you accept blessings from God.
For through this, Christ is being formed in you 
Painful, but worth it.

Consider it pure joy, dear brethren
When you face many trials
Because testing of your faith produces perseverance.
And that will make you mature and complete,lacking nothing. James:1:2-4
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