A labourer let me be

' Stay in bed for the day ' my husband said ' get rid of that cold '.  ' Hmm.. ' I thought, ' maybe I will have a few hours in bed.'    ' I could do with a rest.'  I replied.  So I had stayed in bed that morning and much of the afternoon.

As I lay there, gazing out through the window, I watched the people passing by in the street and reflected on how their lives might be, on whether there might be sadness behind the smile, or worry and anxiety behind the sombre look.  I thought of how little we might know about one another's lives, whether we be workmates, neighbours or even strangers.  After a while my husband brought me a cup of tea and I started to feel a little better, and decided to read.  I looked at my collection of books on my shelves and chose a book of poems called ' In Memory Of ', a collection of poets' tributes to, and memories of, friends and loved ones that had died.  As I read poem after poem of peoples' feelings, some of joyful memories and some of grief, I began to realize that God was revealing to me what I had pondered on earlier while gazing through my window.  He was now showing me what lay behind a face in the street, revealing to me peoples' innermost feelings, people who were mostly hurting through loss and loneliness.I don't believe that God does anything by chance.  I am a Christian and, as it says in Psalm 139 that every day in my life was written in His book before even one of them was formed. 
 As I lay in my bed I had to question my part in life as far as my fellow man was concerned.  I read on and became filled with compassion for the people who had allowed me to see into their lives.  I know that on that day, when I was brought to see inside the hearts and minds of others, I felt compassion which brought in turn responsibility.  I had been made aware of the loneliness and suffering of others, Christians included, and it had compelled me to want to play my part in life to the best of my ability.  May the Lord help me always to be alert to where and when I may help another.

One poem in particular about a man who was grief stricken at the loss of his soul mate and looked to God for release filled me with such sadness that it brought me to write this poem which contains, I suppose, some of my own deepest feelings.

The Window

' Twas sickness caused me on that day
to rest and in my bed to lay

While through my window I could see
the world outside did not need me

It carried on its busy life
 regardless of my pain and strife

Yet as I gazed upon the scene
that lay beyond lace covered screen

I wondered at each passer by
 .... If face reflected truth or lie

I lay in comfort needing naught 
my husband food and drink had brought

but for my mind to idle be 
was nothing short of misery

Then suddenly my eye was cast 
upon my books - a treasure vast

A book of poems I should read 
to satisfy my spirit's need

to see what lay within the mind 
of other creatures of my kind

I turned the pages one by one .... 
a stirring journey had begun

For hidden there in every leaf was joy 
and sorrow, love and grief

A vast collection here was seen  
of frozen dreams that might have been

of past regrets and loneliness  
sweet memories of tenderness

Lost loves and breaking of the heart 
when sudden death caused to depart

a soul mate of so many years

My burning cheeks felt cooling tears

Such moving stories I had read 
as I lay sick upon my bed

A window had been shown to me 
through which I'd seen reality

of pain that lay behind a smile 
of need to go the extra mile

What of my part in life I thought 
what words of comfort had I brought

In all my years upon this Earth 
What words of love, support and worth

had touched the lives of those I'd met 
Was there remorse, was there regret ?

What use is it if kindly word 
is left in thought and never heard

This world that from my bed I saw
that looked so proud and strong before

has need of me .... and I of it 
each soul to do its special bit

To share with others words of love 
God's seeds of blessing from above

is all that may be asked of me 
to help to set another free

from pain and hurt and misery 
that death and loss has caused to be

but seeds can never come to birth 
unless they're planted in the earth

So Father help me in my life 
to ease a fellow creature's strife

to seek my Lord to try to do 
the things that I have learned from You

and may You cause my eyes to see 
windows of opportunity

to stretch a tender loving hand 
towards the suffering in this land

to sow Your seeds of love and peace 
that word and deed might bring release

Before I finish this post I feel led to add a song that I wrote some time ago.

A labourer let me be

A child is dying in the street - it cries aloud for bread
do you give of what you have or watch it til it's dead
The harvest now is ready, the fields are white I see
one thing I ask my Father, a labourer let me be
a labourer let me be.

A world was dying in its sin - it didn't ask for bread
God could have given punishment. He gave His Son instead
Yes, He gave His Son instead.
The harvest now is ready - the fields are white I see
one thing I ask my Father, a labourer let me be
A labourer let me be.
Teach us to be humble Lord while bearing precious seed
To deal our bread from Heaven to those who are in need
To those who are in need.

For what is salt without the savour
what is the church without the Word
What use are we among the prisoners
if they say 'Lord we never heard'
If they say 'Lord we never heard'.

The harvest now is ready - the fields are white I see
one thing I ask my Father, a labourer let me be
a labourer let me be.