Write the vision, and make it plain upon
tables, that he may run that readeth it.
(Habakkuk 2:2)
I had practiced my testimony
in all the spare moments of my days,
and, when Wednesday evening came,
the testimony was given.
(Then what? Is good ever past and done?)
That glory of God
so clearly shown me on the mount
still goes on ... still lights my way.
But it can light the way
for others, too,
if only I would write the vision
for all to see.
(Who, me? Write? I don't know how. I don't have time.)
But whose vision is it?
Is it mine ... to keep inside,
or is it His . . . for me to share?
Could I doubt . . . could I even doubt
that He would show me how?
