I IDLE stand that I may find employ, <br />Such as my Master when He comes will give; <br />I cannot find in mine own work my joy, <br />But wait, although in waiting I must live; <br />My body shall not turn which way it will, <br />But stand till I the appointed road can find, <br />And journeying so his messages fulfil, <br />And do at every step the work designed. <br />Enough for me, still day by day to wait <br />Till Thou who formest me findest me too a task, <br />A cripple lying at the rich man’s gate, <br />Content for the few crumbs I get to ask, <br />A laborer but in heart, while bound my hands <br />Hangidly down still waiting thy commands.<br /><br />Jones Very<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-idler/
