Stones don't glow.
They sit and wait.
But something can stir within.
If the cause is right,
If the need is there.
They find the courage to win.
A boat command.
A challenge bestowed.
A race that needs to be run.
The road ahead has hills and valleys.
I see them looming beyond.
I am a stone that needs to glow.
So I bring myself to the One.
My body. My mind. My will.
I lay them at His feet.
He asks me what I want from Him.
A touch is all I need.
Inspired (and written far too quickly to be counted as poetry) by this scripture story
