Lord, back then… I forgot to seek Your way,

Thought that job was my gain, my brighter day.

But You, in Your economy, had a plan to display.

One day, a call came, out of the blue,

“Join our team!” from a colleague I never knew.

My heart jumped high, a spark of hope grew.

That role seemed grander, a step up, it’s true.

Same pay, but allowances? A little more too.

I thought, Lord, is this Your move, Your open gate?

I prayed, yes, but not to seek or wait.

More like, "Praise You, Lord, for blessing my plate!”

Not, “Is this Your will? Should I walk this strait?”

I didn’t pause for Your voice. I ran, I didn’t stay.

At first, it felt sweet, like the Lord’s own sway.

New tasks, new title, a fresh role to play.

But soon, I saw, I’d strayed far from Your way.

Oh, Lord Jesus, I’d missed Your heart’s display.

That new place? A wilderness, barren and dry.

No supply, just strife, where the flesh ran high.

Rivalries, factions, falsehoods, and pride...

Galatians’ warnings now lived where I abide.

Overtime drained me, stole my church life’s core.

No saints’ sweet fellowship, no group meetings to restore.

My marriage faltered, my spirit no more.

I’d pray, read the Word, but my heart was sore.

Seems just a worker for Pharaoh, not a saint of the Lord,

oh my spirit wore.

Then, on our tenth year wed, the crash came fast.

On my new scooter, through the streets I passed.

Green light, I rode... then crash!!! A motorbike from the side.

I soared through the air, like a scene dramatized.

Snap!!! my collarbone broke as I hit the ground.

My flimsy helmet??? No any safety was found.

But Your mercy, oh Lord my bun of my hair took the blow,

A cushion of grace, so my head didnt go.

Bruised and scarred, I lay there in fear.

“Call for help!!” someone shouted near.

I tried to rise, but my strength disappeared.

Cars rushed by, and my tears freely flowed.

Not for the pain, but a cry from my soul:

Oh Lord, why am I here? I’ve lost my goal.

The days that followed? Pain, scars, and dread.

Threats from the other side, panic in my head.

Sleepless nights, heart pounding, shadows I’d flee.

But You, Lord, stayed close.... You never left me.

The saints surrounded me, their prayers a sweet stream.

Post-surgery, I rose to pursue the Lord’s dream.

Morning revival with a lost sheep Your light did gleam.

“All things work for good” (Romans 8:28), Your Word’s theme.

I’d quoted it before, but now I saw its beam.

I repented, Lord, with tears deep and true.

Not just words, but a heart turned back to You.

I’d chased man’s glory, left the church life’s view.

But You didn’t forsake me, Your mercy broke through.

You covered my costs, made my body anew.

Restored my old post, brought the saints back in view.

That 15-centimeter scar? Your love’s mark divine,

A sign of Your mercy, saying, “Child, you are Mine.”

Lord, back then… I forgot to seek Your mind.

But You never forgot me Your heart’s ever kind.

Now I see, clear as the morning’s first ray:

I am the vine, you’re the branches.... abide, don’t stray.

Apart from Me, you can do nothing(John 15:5), come what may.

Praise the Lord. In the church life, mingled with You, Ill forever stay.