Just One

So often we fall into the idea that we, by ourselves, can't make a difference. Here is a simple poem that deals with this topic. I hope that it is a blessing to you!

Just one

The city was in an uproar
it's residents distressed
The enemy had them completely
surrounded pressing in with haste.

​What do we do now?" asked one
"We are doomed!" wailed another
"Wait," someone cried, "call the wise woman
She'll know what to do."

True to her reputation she soon
found the source of the
fierce mob's anger.

In her wisdom she appeased the
​wrath of Joab and in so doing
delivered her beloved city of Abel

One made a difference

The earth cried out for justice
as wickedness abounded
among its inhabitants

Still there was one who refused
to sink into the mire of sin.
He caught the eye of God, found
grace and received protection.

Although others refused to heed
the repeated warning, Noah 
could be comforted in the knowledge
that he was responsible for the
saving of his house.

One made a difference

It was evident to her that they were
strangers yet unlike any she had
ever known. They were worshipers
of the one true God.

It was He who had answered the
cry of her soul, He whom she 
longed to know deeper.

For this she hid the men till it was
safe to send them away to their
own place of refuge.

The salvation of her home and
relatives was Rahab's reward.
She would also be given a special 
part in the redemption of the world

One made a difference

Down through the ages the story
of one making a difference
has left a definite mark behind.
​May my prayer remain
"Lord, let me be one."

​~Grace