Poem

Greater Glory

Michael Beck Michael Beck

The things that God would teach us, the methods He would use
Are not those to our liking, nor what we’d ever choose
If God would let us manage the growth in our own lives
We would not know a pinprick or look at darkened skies

On top we’d build our mansion, in first we’d take our place
The best we’d always order, in front we’d run our race
No waiting would be chosen, no grief would be our lot
No shame or disappointment, no furnace burning hot

But Father is our Potter, His Son is now the mold
Through fire we grow like Him becoming precious gold
A vessel unto honor, not shaped by human hand
Forged through the deepest folly the world can’t understand

The cross is still rejected, what glory there is seen?
Around the Christ we covet the multitudes still teem
Our Jesus walks on water, He raises from the dead
And greater works bedazzle to prove in Him we tread

So reach for signs and wonders, despise not any gift
But know that there is also a cross for you to lift
And there in the unpleasant, where power once was bound
Partake of greater glory which angels have not found


Michael Beck is a pastor in New York City and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.