Who Are You?

Who are you Job?

Did I hear you complain?

But God called you His faithful servant.

He called you out by name!

He let you be tested,

Like the sifting of the sand.

Then He patiently waited,

Before taking you by the hand.

He taught you through your questions

While silently your head you bowed

To hear what was forbidden

And what had been allowed.

But when He was finished

What blessings He gave to you!

May I sit beside you in silence,

While God teaches me, too?

  

Who are you Abraham?

Are you a friend indeed?

Did you seek to serve your God

In every word and deed?

Did you follow where God would lead

As the years passed you by,

Waiting for that promised son

Without a question of why?

Did you weep because He asked you

To give your only son,

To prove your love to Him,

When obedience was done?

May I walk along beside you

In quiet attitude, to learn

How to be such a friend as you

In obedient concern?

  

Who are you Moses?

Did you say you couldn’t speak?

But didn’t God offer you His strength

When, fearful, you were weak?

Did you really walk with God,

And talked with Him face to face,

When He gave you His commandments

To teach the Hebrew race?

And through the years your walk with Him

Brought courage to your soul,

Yet anger caused your striking out,

And you failed to win your goal?

But gently, then, God buried you Himself,

Completely in His rest.

May I stand with you in awe

Of God upon this earthly quest?

 

 Who are you Queen Esther?

For the Jews, didn’t you intercede?

And your uncle told you not to fear,

For God would guide indeed?

In wisdom Mordicai questioned you

"Is it not that you should be
Here for such a time as this,

To set our people free?"

In courage didn’t you approach the King

To seek favor for the Jews?

And the King’s anger softened

As he listened to your news?

May I follow close behind you

As before your God you bow,

To serve in His divine purpose

In a time such as now?

  

Who are you King David?

Are you the slender youth,

That slew the fearsome giant

With a stone and slung-shot, forsooth?

Did you weep upon your pillow

In sorrow for your shame?

Did you go to God with broken spirit,

As you called upon His name?

And did He not call you a man

After His own heart?

For in spite of all your failings

In faith you did not depart.

And was it not from your loins

Arose the King of Kings?

May I search your abiding love

For the faith that it brings?

  

Who are you Mary?

A quiet Spirit of Love,

Blessed of the Holy Father

For a Son from above?

Did you watch this Son grow strong

In faith, and obedience to our God?

Did He hold the scepter of King David,

Because He walked upon Israel’s sod?

Did you watch Him grow, and tremble

As you beheld what His fate would be?

Did your heart quiver for His honor

As He bled upon the tree?

Such a love as a mother

In the songs of angels does abide.

May I weep with tears of sorrow
And stand as a mother at your side?

  

Who are you Jesus?

Did you really die for me?

Did the nails tear your hands

As you hung upon the tree?

And when your blood flowed freely

Did the pain take away your breath?

As you yielded up your Spirit

When you bowed your head in death?
But now the chains are broken

As from the tomb you rise,

Walking not among the dead, but taken

To the Father, in clouds of the skies!

May I lie in death beside you,

Buried deep within your grave,

To rise in newness of your glory?

For this, your life you gave.