A poem about being a slave to the Gospel, forced to preach for the joy of the Body.
by Mitch Kuhn
I did not choose this life
I did not desire to lose everything I was
I did not know where I was being called
When I was summoned to a foreign land
Abraham did not know about the test of Isaac
This would have been too much for him to bear
Yet faith he had been given
Enough to obey without sight
I have been called to the promise land
As a prophet to preach the truth
How this happens is a miracle
My flesh cannon fulfill the call
Daily pressed on every side
Into Christ I am forced to abide
The old man dies, the new man lives
Today Christ is manifest
Not many recognize him
He is hidden from their sight
They see a bruised and broken man
Afflicted in the likes of Job
Yet for those that have eyes to see
The fruit of the spirit is manifest
Despite the failure of flesh
Contentment and joy arise
A mystery to many
Revealed to few
To leave this flesh and be with Christ
Oh how sweet it would be
Yet the Love for his body compels
I must stay and preach for their joy
Until the end I must endure
Daily I see it is not me, but him
Eph 6:20 For which I am an ambassador in bonds: that therein I may speak boldly, as I
ought to speak.
1Co 9:16 NKJV For if I preach the gospel, I have nothing to boast of, for necessity is laid upon
me; yes, woe is me if I do not preach the gospel!
1Co 9:17 NKJV For if I do this willingly, I have a reward; but if against my will, I have been entrusted with a stewardship.
Php 1:23 NKJV For I am hard-pressed between the two, having a desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better.
Php 1:24 NKJV Nevertheless to remain in the flesh is more needful for you.
Php 1:25 NKJV And being confident of this, I know that I shall remain and continue with you all for your progress and joy of faith,
Php 1:26 NKJV that your rejoicing for me may be more abundant in Jesus Christ by my coming to you again.