Painting by Henry Tanner

Oh, what joy this task for me, the handmaiden of the Lord.

Expressionless, I sit as divine words drizzle upon me,

Grace from heaven, wetting my soul.

I carry within, the world’s most needed cargo,

“May it be done”, and use me as a vessel of His love.

I was a scared, young woman, but with Him, I have nothing to fear.