Until from my wisdom and will I am broke,
I cannot learn meekness or take on Christ’s yoke.
Until I am called my own life to lay down,
I cannot show love that won Jesus His crown.
Until I am blind and my way becomes hid,
I cannot have faith like the Son of God did.
Until man’s report matters not – good or bad,
I cannot have joy like the Son of Man had.
Until toward my goal I am faced with delay,
I cannot be patient and grow in Christ’s way.
Until powers rage that would threaten my soul,
I cannot have peace knowing God’s in control.
Until I pray life for those worthy of death,
I cannot be good as was God in the flesh.
Until men don’t fit how I want them to be,
I cannot be gentle like Christ is to me.
Until a want beckons disguised as a need,
I cannot be temperate in word and in deed.
Until I am tempted and put to the test,
I cannot be Christlike, and put on God’s best.