I Told Him My Longing

I told Him my longing for pleasant green pastures,
For stillness of waters restoring my soul.
He said, "I had rather you learn how the Shepherd
Can lead you through turmoil and maintain control."

I told Him my longing for freedom from trouble,
For days full of sunshine and nights without storm.
He said, "I had rather you taste of affliction
And learn how I comfort the weary and worn."

I told Him my longing for heavenly treasures,
All gained without conflict and struggle and strife.
He said, "I had rather you learn of endurance
And win crowns of glory and honor and life."

I told Him my longing for family and friendships,
For those who would lift me whenever I'm low.
He said, "I had rather you learn to be lonely,
Discovering Friendship that few ever know."

(Refrain)
Though my thoughts aren't His thoughts,
And His thoughts aren't mine,
Delighting in Him will produce the sublime:
By changing my thoughts both in whole and in part,
He's able to give me–
Abundantly give me–
He's able to give the desires of my heart.

Copyright 1999 James McAlister

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