When the Master Calls His Chosen
When the master calls His chosen
It's a struggle for the will.
Will I choose a full surrender?
Or rebel and flee from Him?
At some points, He asks for idols;
And sometimes he calls for friends;
Yet at other times he asks me
To give up my future plans.
It's not always only bad things
That he asks me to give up.
He won't always ask to take it
But to see if I'd yield all.
When the master calls His chosen,
He has plans to be fulfilled.
But he doesn't force His preference,
He stands by and waits for me.
There are stories in the Bible
Of great men He called like me–
Abra'm gave his dear son Isaac;
Moses left his sheep's retreat;
Ehud used his left hand only;
Esther went before the king;
Each one willing to be chosen
For such troubled times as this.
When the master calls His chosen,
There are vessels He would mold.
Who am I to tell the potter,
"Why d'you want to shape me so?"
Yes, surrendering is difficult;
Sometimes it takes a fight.
Jesus suffered for one evening,
Abra'm wrestled for three nights.
In the end, it's not the struggle
But your willingness to plead,
"Let not my own will be master;
I surrender Lord, mold me!"
When the Master calls His chosen,
It seems like a foolish choice.
Sometimes He calls to the desert,
Or to give up Egypt's throne.
Yet no time is ever wasted
In the caring of the sheep;
It prepares me for the future
And the plan He's made for me.
At some points, it feels like dying
If I give my dreams to him.
But he gently holds me tightly
As I cry and yield to Him.
And if I yield full surrender
And His tender voice I heed,
I can know He'll always lead me
In the plan that's best for me.
So take comfort in this promise,
As you wrestle with your will,
He knows end from the beginning,
And your joy He will fulfill.
One more thing to help you onward
On your march to Calvary's Hill,
In the center of God's purpose
Is the safest place to be.
So if you are thus now chosen,
Just surrender; feel His peace.
When the Master calls His chosen
Say "I'm ready Lord, send me."