When I Consider How My Life Is Spent (Milton)

by John Milton (1608-1674)

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”




S. D. Gordon, in his Quiet Talks on Prayer, describes waiting. It means:

Steadfastness, that is, holding on;
patience, that is, holding back;
expectancy, that is, holding the face up;
obedience, that is, holding one’s self in readiness to go or do;
listening, that is, holding quiet and still so as to hear.

How long, Lord, must I wait?
Never mind, child. Trust Me.

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Does God Notice?

Why do you complain, O Jacob,
and you, Israel, why do you say,
“My plight is hidden from the Lord,
and my cause has passed out of God’s notice”?
Do you not know, have you not heard?
The Lord, the everlasting God, creator of the wide world,
grows neither weary nor faint;
no man can fathom his understanding.
He gives vigour to the weary,
new strength to the exhausted.
Young men may grow weary and faint,
even in their prime they may stumble and fall;
but those who look to the Lord will win new strength,
they will grow wings like eagles;
they will run and not be weary,
they will march on and never grow faint.

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