"A Joy to my Savior"
written by my Grandmother, Belle Sandefur
Oh to be a joy to my Savior
To please Him in all that I do,
That He may smile and be glad for my service
In these trials I now am going through.
He alone can heal all my heartaches,
Dry the tears from my eyes from day to day;
Give me strength as I climb the highest mountain
And lead me gently as I walk the narrow way.
Yes, I know He is with me every moment
Though at times He may seem far away.
I can trust Him for He's proven His love to me
And He's the joy of my life every day.
I just wanted to share a poem that my dear grandmother wrote back in 1999. God has given her a talent for writing poetry that expresses her thoughts during each trial or storm she has weathered over the fifty-plus years she's walked with the Lord.
Grandmama has shared so many of her poems with me at different times in my life, and they've all become a treasure to me. She's been such an inspiration to me in my walk with the Lord all these years, and I'm so thankful that I can still call on her whenever I need to talk, hear her pray, or just listen to her words of wisdom. I have many memories of spending time with her and Granddaddy on the old swing under the trees in West Virginia.
Today, as I was doing the typical household chores, I was reminded by the Holy Spirit that even the menial task of sweeping floors, can be a service for my King, as long as I do this "as unto the Lord." All of a sudden sweeping the floor didn't seem so "unimportant" after all. :o) Yes, we can be a joy to our Savior while doing our every-day, run-of-the-mill chores, as long as we are doing them "as unto the Lord."
