You may see an ordinary being when you look in the mirror
You may feel that you are of no worth
Or that one voice cannot raise a sacred strain
Often times you do not realize that God is using you
For his special purpose
It is time to take a step back and search the past to see that
You are making a difference
Clouded by societies judgement it is hard
To tune into the source that is saying such absurd things
For how could one of your stature make a difference?
You are a mere person with no educational power,
No outstanding wisdom, or pompous gain
In disbelief you continue to wonder, how in the world,
You are making a difference?
As you tremble down the street with no pace entrancing your walk,
You happen upon a lone being beckoning you to sit and watch
As the world slowly ticks by
In a rush your heart yearns for this lone being as you hear a story of grief and pain
And surprisingly you hear your voice start to raise a sacred strain;
One that you thought was aloof to your words
For hours you listen, for minutes you talk
And with a final soft tick the world of that day has gone by
This lone stranger stands to bid you adieu
Generously thanking you for allowing God to use you
In such a special way
As you embrace this mans hand you feel the print of the nail and understand just how
You have made a difference
Tears in your eyes you meet his beautiful gaze and manage to mouth the words
"Thank you"
As he turns to walk away the windows of heaven open as a scroll and you hear God whisper,
"My child, you are making a difference."
