Friday Tale - Serve Now Please I hoped that with the brave and strong my portioned task might lie; to toil among the busy throng with purpose pure and high; but God has fixed another part, and He has fixed it well: I said so with my breaking heart when first this trouble fell. These weary hours will not be lost these days of misery, these nights of darkness, tempest-tost, can I but turn to Thee; with secret labor to sustain in patience every blow, to gather fortitude from pain, and holiness from woe. If Thou would be with me through the night, humbler I should be, wiser, more strengthened for the fight, more apt to lean on Thee. Should death be standing at the gate, I’ll not fear, I’ll keep my vow. But Lord! Whatever be my fate, Oh, let me serve Thee now. ~ Anne Bronte (modified) T he Lord is near to the broken-hearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, BUT the Lord delivers him