The agendas of God are rarely our own.
We see the lives of people we admire
And we quietly hope to be “just like them”
While He has hand selected each of ours days
And is bent on making us His own.
We find ourselves longing for a past
to which we can never return
While He is moulding us for a future
That we can only remotely fathom.
The Jews were hoping for a Messiah
To take the foot of Rome of off their necks
He came as the hope of all the world
For Jews and Gentiles alike.
We want Him to change others
While He is at work changing us.
We long for Him to bless our plans
And christen our agendas
But God, too, has a Mind of His own
And He will do what He sees fit.