JUST A PEBBLE IN THE ROAD OF LIFE
LYING THERE IN THE DARK OF NIGHT
NO BUILDING DO I HELP SUPPORT OR HOLD
UNABLE TO CARRY LIFE’S HEAVY LOAD
BUT WITH MY SAVIOR AS MY ROCK I STAND
UNABLE TO BE MOVED BY PRINCIPALITIES OR MORTAL MAN
FOR HIS STRENGTH IS SUFFICIENT TO SUPPLY ALL MY NEEDS
BY THE POWER OF JESUS SHED BLOOD HE SAVED AND LIFTED ME
ON HIGHER GROUND IN A CITY SOMEDAY
I’LL BE ONE OF CHILDREN IN THE KING’S FAMILY
WHILE HERE ON EARTH I MUST HELP TO GUIDE
WONDERING SOULS TOWARDS HIS KINGDOM ON HIGH
ALONG WITH MY SISTERS AND BROTHERS I HAVE FOUND MY USE
IN PREPARING THE PATHWAY TO GOD’S WORDS OF TRUTH
HIS STORY MUST BE TOLD TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH
BY NO OTHER NAME THAN JESUS IS THERE ANY HOPE OF OBTAINING THE NEW BIRTH
JESUS SHED BLOOD IS THE MORTAR THAT HOLDS AND BINDS
EACH PEBBLE IN PLACE THROUGH THE AGES OF TIME
NO LONGER A COLD AND LIFELESS STONE LYING THERE
NOW BECOMING A JEWEL, SO LOVELY, SO PRECIOUS, SO FAIR
LIFE’S TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS SMOOTHING MY ROUGH AND JAGGED EDGES
WITH THE HEAT OF CHRIST PASSION MY HEART IS REFASHIONED
WE EACH HAVE BEEN CREATED TO BE INCLUDED IN THE MOSAIC OF LIFE
ITS THEME BEING OUR CORNER STONE, JESUS CHRIST
AUTHOR, BY GOD’S GRACE
SHARON ROSE LAWLESS
I HAD STARTED THIS POEM ONE DAY WHILE THINKING OF HOW CHRIST WAS OUR ROCK OF SALVATION. AND HOW I WAS NOT EVEN SO MUCH AS A STONE, JUST A SMALL PEBBLE, NOTHING MORE IN THIS HUGH SCHEME OF LIFE. SO INADEQUATE FOR THE WORK OF MY LORD. I HAVE NOT CONTRIBUTED MUCH TO THE LORD’S WORK, AND HAVE FAILED SO MISERABLY, SO OFTEN, SO POORLY. I HAD STARTED THE FIRST TWELVE LINES PRIOR TO HAVING WENT TO THE WOMAN’S RETREAT IN TENNESSEE. THERE WE WERE INFORMED OF A TALENT EVENT TO BE HELD THE NEXT NIGHT.
I THOUGHT ABOUT SINGING A SONG, BUT I WAS NOT SURE IF THAT WAS WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO. I ONLY KNEW THAT I WANTED TO DO SOMETHING FOR THE LORD. I WAS CONCERNED IF THE INCENTIVE WAS TO BOOSTER MY EGO OR TRULY TO PRAISE GOD. I HAD A CD I HAD BROUGHT ALONG, NOT KNOWING THERE MIGHT EVEN BE A CHANCE TO USE IT TO SING DURING THE WEEKEND MEETING. I JUST THOUGHT THAT I MIGHTY LISTEN TO IT. BUT I KNEW I WAS NOT THE BEST VOCALIST AND THOUGHT THEREFORE I SHOULD TRY SOMETHING ELSE.
I HAD NOT BROUGHT MY POEM ALONG THOUGH. SO, I CALLED MY HUSBAND TO ASK HIM TO REPEAT IT TO ME ON THE PHONE. BUT I STILL FELT THAT I NEEDED TO COMPLETE THE POEM, SO I PRAYED AND TRUSTED GOD TO ALLOW FOR THE POEM TO BE COMPLETED ON TIME FOR THE TALENT EVENT.
THE NEXT NIGHT I WAS STILL WORKING ON THIS POEM, AND THE POEM WAS COMPLETED ONE MINUTE PRIOR TO THE LADY CALLING ME BY NAME TO COME AND PERFORM MY TALENT.
THAT NIGHT I WAS BACK IN OUR CABIN, THINKING OF LISTENING TO MUSIC CD I BROUGHT ALONG. I OPENED THE CD HOLDER, ONLY TO FIND THAT THE CD ITSELF WAS NOT IN IT.
I THINK THAT GOD WANTED TO LET ME KNOW THAT I HAD DONE SOMETHING RIGHT, FOR THE RIGHT REASON. I COULD HAVE EASILY OPENED THE CD AT ANYTIME PRIOR TO THE TALENT EVENT. AND KNOWN THAT I COULD NOT DO THE SONG BECAUSE THE CD TRACK WAS NOT WITH ME. BUT GOD KNEW THAT I NEEDED TO KNOW I HAD DONE SOMETHING FOR THE RIGHT REASON, FOR HIM, UNSELFISHLY. SO OFTEN, TOO OFTEN, I AM SO SELFISH, SO FULL OF ME. GOD KNOWS WE NEED TO BE ASSURED THAT HE IS IN OUR HEART. THE ACCUSER OF THE BRETHREN NEVER REST, HE IS EVER TELLING US WE ARE NOT TRULY REPENTANT, TRULY TRYING, NOT CARING, NOT FORGIVING, NOT EVEN FORGIVEN. AND WITHOUT THE GUIDANCE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT TO GUIDE AND UPLIFT US, IT WOULD BE ALL TOO EASY TO BELIEVE SATAN’S FALSE TESTIMONY. THAT WE ARE NOT TRULY REPENTANT, FORGIVEN AND A NEW CREATURE IN CHRIST.
I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW A LITTLE OF THE HISTORY THAT THIS POEM ENTAILED. GOD IS GOOD AND WAS GRACIOUS TO HAVE PROVIDED THE WORDS NEEDED FOR THIS POEM. I AM MY MOTHER’S CHILD, UNABLE TO EXPRESS MYSELF ADEQUATELY IN A ONE-TO-ONE CONVERSATION. BUT, WITH GOD ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. I KNOW, HE PROVIDED THIS POEM, I AM NOT GOOD WITH WORDS. ALSO, THE THEME OF THE LADY’S MEETING WAS ABOUT MOSAIC, THERE WAS A LARGE MOSAIC IN THE BUILDING, AND WE MADE SMALL MOSAICS AS WELL.
ALSO, THIS POEM HAD NO TITLE WHEN WRITTEN, BUT THE THOUGHT OF SMALL INDIVIDUAL PEBBLES BEING USED TO CREATE A PICTURE LEAD TO IT’S TITLE.
I BELIEVE NAMES WERE DRAWN FOR PRIZES. MINE WAS ONE OF THOSE DRAWN. GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS. I HAD NEVER WRITTEN A POEM BEFORE THIS ONE. I WAS NOT INTERESTED IN POEMS. BUT I HAVE FOUND I LOVE WRITING POEMS GIVING PRAISE AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF GOD. GOD IS SO GOOD.
