The Great Commission
- Becky Villareal
- Jan 22, 2019
- 1 min read
“Here I am, send me”
Who said those words
That haunt me so
And how was I to know
That THAT small voice
That said GO
Would be so insistent
And persistent
Nudging me on, reluctant me
Towards things I’ve never fathomed
I go
In the name of the Lord
With only a badly broken pot
And two work worn hands to offer.
But, oh what God can do with a small amount of food (like two fish and five bread loaves that ends up feeding 5000) and even a badly broken pot!
Heartfelt, and nicely written. Thanks for sharing, Becky!