I asked the Lord to let me do Some mighty work for Him; To fight amid His battle hosts, Then sing the victor’s hymn. I longed my ardent love to show, But Jesus would not have it so.
He placed me in a quiet home, Whose life was calm and still, And gave me little things to do, My daily round to fill; I could not think it good to be Just put aside so silently.
Small duties gathered round my way, They seemed of the earth alone; I, who had longed for conquests bright To lay before His throne Had common things to do and bear, To watch and strive with daily care.
So then I thought my prayer unheard, And asked the Lord once more That He would give me work for Him And open wide the door, Forgetting that my Master knew Just what was best for me to do.
Then quietly the answer came, “My child I hear thy cry; Think not that mighty deed alone Will bring the victory. The battle has been planned by Me, Let daily life thy conquests see.”