God's Business

I was in our Bible study group this last Monday morning, and I had made the comment, "I can't believe how many of us involve ourselves in God's business." Promptly, my friend next to me, opens her bible and pulls out this poem. I had to share it with you. 
So apropos, and as you can tell I'm rather fond of poetry.

Prayer

I would not tell an artist

            How to paint the sunset hues;

I could not choose the color tints

            Or know the brush to use.

I think that I should like to watch

            The artist at his task,

But why he made this stroke or that

            I’m sure I would not ask.

And if his work half-finished, looked

            Like’s something else apart,

I know I would remember

            He’s a master in his art.

I wonder why it is that I

            So often in my prayer

Have told the Master all about

            The cares I brought Him there,

And then with every heart request

            And problem that I brought,

Have told Him how to mix the tints

            To make the thing I sought.

It was His hand that made the worlds,

            The sunset and its glow;

He made the things the artists paint—

            The lovely things they know.

And He, the Master artist,

            On the background He has laid,

Paints upon life’s waiting canvas

            With the colors He has made.

Then when His brush shall touch my life

            And bring to me some care,

I wonder why I tell Him

            How He should answer prayer.

Why should my heart not trust Him

            As I trust my artist friends?

Why should I grasp His brush and pray

            For other color blends?

I would not tell an artist

            How to paint – then it is odd

That I should try to help Him

            In the work of being God.

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