Savior to Servant

Equally yoked are we

Such great friends you and me

We build each other up in this place

As we walk along, side by side

Encouragement flows face to face

Nothing from you I feel I have to hide

               

As days go by we make our way

I never noticed the edges start to fray

Just like a sunset in its last glimmer

Or a lightning bolts blinding flash,

The fire for God in you was turned to simmer

All the sudden you’re convinced there’s a catch

               

The finely built cord begins to unravel

Soon there is a swerve in these two that we travel

I notice now, it’s nearly to late

How am I to hold you up as you trip and stumble?

Can’t let you slip into such a fate

Am I to let this defended friendship so easily crumble?

                Sturdy I set my feet apart

There must be a way for me to hold to your heart

With all my strength I lift you up

But you only pull away

All doors for me to help seem shut

I can’t allow this failure over me to lay

                All at once I realize you’re too far off for me

Tears fall as frustrations rise to the feeling you won’t ever be free

What sort of a friend am I to fail you?

My strength is sapped now I see

I can’t save you, but then who?

The answer is a strong resounding HE

                He is the one who orders your steps

He is the one for you who descended into the depths

He has an arm not too short to save

He is the one who sees your wandering heart

He is the one who will calm your raging waves

He is the one who from you will never depart

Where I lost, He has victory

                                Where I was blind, he alone can see

                                Where I fell, he stands his ground

                                Though he draws near to the humble, He opposes the proud.

                So I see now I’m not the one to save

He alone is the author of your days

I must trust Him to do his work

Let him rightfully be savior

I, myself, cannot heal your hurt

I’m letting Him lift you as an eagle to sore

                As I stand back I see the place to be

I tried to play savior-but God has other plans for me

He has called me to be your servant

Here I devout myself on your behalf to prayer

For you my heart shall be rent

                                I let go.

                                I am not Savior, but servant

                                I commit you, dear one, into my loving Father’s capable care.