There was a time I built a golden dream
Of noble work. My heart had plans prepared
To serve my fellow men. My talents lay
In such a field, I thought, and I would serve
Where best they might be used.
So I began
In earnest effort to achieve my goal.
The work went on, yet not as I had planned;
At length, with weary heart, I turned to God,
Half hoping He would meet my choice and give
The work I longed for. But His finger moved
And lay upon the task that came to hand,
Until I saw His will for me was there.
Now in the light of all-revealing Truth,
My way Love-guided proves, and wholly blest.
For as the colors in kaleidoscope
Are shaken up, and rainbow fragments fall
In changing pattern, though themselves the same,
Those needed qualities of heart and mind,
Which would have graced the work I sought to do,
In Love's good, gentle hand are rearranged
To serve the purpose of each present hour.
