God Is Working Out His Purpose

“Who hath saved us, and called us with an holy calling, not according to our works, but according to his own purpose and grace, which was given us in Christ Jesus before the world began.” (2 Tim. 1:9)

This verse tells us that God did not save us because He saw great potential within us. He saved us on purpose for a purpose. Frankly, it had more to do with Him than us. We may never know till we get to Heaven (and maybe not then) all of His purpose, but the verse seems to indicate that it was to showcase His grace as seen through the substitutionary death and resurrection of His Son, the Man, Christ Jesus. And we’re the beneficiaries of His grand purpose. Nothing in the life of a child of God is purposeless. It’s all going according to plan.

As you know, I’m an incurable bibliophile, and old books especially intrigue me. In one that I picked up some time ago, I found a poem written in long hand on a piece of old, yellowed paper. I have no idea who may have left it in the book, for there is no signature, nor does it tell who the author of the poem is. The writing is small and spidery; surely the work of an old person. It blessed my heart, so I slipped the piece of paper in my own Bible, thinking I might share it with you one day. Perhaps today its simple, but profound message will encourage some weary, bewildered heart. No title is given.

God is working out His purpose,

Even though we go alone.

It may take us from our loved ones, .

Lead us far away from home,

It will be the greatest pleasure,

Just to feel His presence near.

And to know that God is working

Out the purpose of His will.

God is working out His purpose;

Never murmur or repone,

For our future's in His keeping.

Gladly to His will resign.

When at last the veil is lifted,

And the shadows flee away,

We shall understand His purpose

Through one glad, eternal day.

God is working out His purpose,

Though it lead through desert bare.

He’ll go with us on life’s journey,

And our heavy burdens share.

Through the weary hours of waiting,

When the heart cries, “Lord, how long?”

God is working out His purpose;

Right will triumph over wrong.