Ready For Either

He stood alone, almost at odds

To opt for which, was all his choice

For either or he has been called

The anti-typical, since the Fall

He stood in place, redeemed, once lost

The life now called, he was to boast

Not fame, good works nor tales

Neither shame but glory o’er Hades!

For to the fore, a visible altar

Daily to consume, the soul’s matter!

The hind, another object to ponder

A plow to which he must surrender

One must confess, be ready for either

To toil in the vineyard, no surrender

The yoke on which, his Master to serve

For quench of thirst and heat to brave

But now to the fore, this altar!

As the Saviour called to follow after

Gethsemane, even the cross as death

Before Calvary, dying to self first

So one lone bullock, in the midst, he stood

In the furrow or altar for good

How I pity his almost doldrum state

But wait; I ought to share his fate!

For such the state of God’s true child

Willing to go, whether hot or mild

To deny self, where duty calls

To sacrifice for the Redeemer’s cause.