A good friend sent me this poem for my birthday – she said it reminded her of me. Ah, too true, and I imagine true of many of you as well. The Author is Unknown, however it came from the book titled Streams in the Desert by Cowman. I longed to walk along an easy road, And leave behind the dull routine of home, Thinking in other fields to serve My God; But Jesus said, “My time has not yet come.” I longed to sow the seed in other soil, To be unshackled in the work, and free, To join with other laborers in their toil; But Jesus said, “It’s not My choice for thee.” I longed to leave the desert, and be led To work where souls were sunk in sin and shame, That I might win them; but the Master said, “I have not called you, publish here My name.” I longed to fight the battles of my King, Lift high His standards in the thickest strife; But my great Captain had me wait and sing Songs of His conquests in my quiet life. I longed to leave the hard and difficult sphere, Where all alone I seemed to stand and wait, To feel I had some human helper near, But Jesus had me guard one lonely gate. I longed to leave the common daily toil, Where no one seemed to understand or care; But Jesus said, “I choose for you this soil, That you might raise for Me some blossoms rare.” And now I have no longing but to do At home, or far away, His blessed will, To work amid the many or the few; Thus, “choosing not to choose,” my heart is still.