There is a time for serving,
And a time for being served.
A time to live under man’s canopy,
And a time to live under God’s canopy.
There is a time to lose,
And a time to cease losing.
There is a time to look back,
And a time to press forward.
A time to mend what was shattered,
And a time to rebuild what others shattered.
With wings like eagles
Gaining new strength
Riding the wind
Yet building a new nest
Running without weariness
Soaring to new heights
The teacher as lowly as the Master
Yet dwelling on solid Rock
Alone, yet always with the Master
Still small voice in the night,
Strength from weakness,
As the Master promised.
Now as Phoebe
Open door, open hands
For many – living bread
Feeding a multitude
Blood for blood
The Master knows
Kingdom first,
Then comes manna.
With hound on heels,
Her lamp stands trimmed.
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