My Wanted Blessing

Though friends receive the blessing I had wanted,

And I am left without a hope,

I know my faith in God will stand undaunted,

For He will give me strength to cope.

If I must face the trial of disaster,

Though friends forsake on every side,

I still will love my only Lord and Master,

And I will praise the Lamb who died.

Though evil men will prosper in their mission

And I must in my want procede,

I still have hope of heaven’s full fruition

For Jesus Christ is all I need.

And If I never get my wanted blessing,

A sacrifice of praise I’ll bring;

His goodness and His matchless love confessing;

I’ll honor Him my Lord and King.

Part II

I turned my eyes to God and asked a favor,

But two full years have passed since then,

And how I feel is still the same in flavor

As what was flowing through my pen.

For I have yet to get my wanted blessing.

I’ve wept and cried and prayed and sighed.

I chased my dreams, conniving, hoping,  stressing,

But nothing worked, whate’er I tried.

I trust my Shepherd knows where He has lead me.

He’s had me travel all alone,

And though I love the pastures where He’s fed me,

I want a family of my own.

I don’t deserve the blessing I’m requesting,

And I will here renew my vow:

If disappointment never stops molesting,

I still will serve my Saviour now.

And If I never get my wanted blessing,

A sacrifice of praise I’ll bring;

His goodness and His matchless love confessing,

I’ll honor Him my Lord and King.

Ezra Brainard, March 2014