Right Where You Are
Right where you stand—no need to roam,
That ground beneath your feet is home.
A pulpit not of stone or stage,
But daily life, from page to page.
This is your place, your sacred field,
Where broken hearts are gently healed.
Though small your acts may seem to be,
They’re threads in God’s great tapestry.
Some days you bear the weight you chose,
The thorns that bloom from past-sown woes.
And other times, like Job, you groan,
Yet walk through fire, you’re not alone.
Each trial has its hidden thread,
A line of grace by Spirit led.
For none who trust are cast aside—
In every test, His truths abide.
Your sorrow, joy, your work, your rest—
All form the means by which you’re blessed
To shine, to speak, to serve, to sow
The love of Christ in hearts that grow.
So rise each dawn with eyes reset,
Not to forget, nor vain regret.
But fixing faith where mercies start:
To serve the Lord with all your heart.
No higher call, no grander part—
Than being faithful where you are.
WoPoLi 
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