The Sign

Once there was a boy who was always waiting for a sign.

One night at camp as he looked to the stars I asked "What kind?"

He didn't really seem to care, 

Except it couldn't come from anywhere.

He was waiting for a sign from above

Something from a pure heart and with the deepest of Love. 

This was a Bible camp you see

And his sweet Grandma had sent him saying "try it for me".

As we sat around and read at night

I could tell something wasn't quite right.

He paced and he looked around 

And jumped at the littlest sound.

Then the next day at games when we were all running around

And he was sitting there with a smile upside down

I decided to ask him what was wrong.

He said I just don't belong.

He said everyone here has something I lack 

I want it but I'm scared and that's a fact.

Then I told him of the God of Love

And that one day he too could live with Him in Heaven above

He said that he was scared of messing up.

I told him that it was normal to feel stuck

And that this urge he felt inside was really great 

For it shows you long for that new child inside that God wants to create.

With that we went our separate ways

But we smiled as we passed by through the last days.

At the end of the week as I waited for my bus

there came the same boy running, waving, and making a fuss.

He said "Wait, before you go

There's something that you must know.

He said I just wanted you to know I've been saved and I'll never be the same

I'll be better! So much better. So I thank you that came."

When I waved goodbye as the bus pulled away

I wondered if I was the sign he was waiting for that day

And I couldn't help but think how many people are in the same boat

Just waiting for someone to show them over the bridge that leads over the moat.

Now I know we can't save anyone but God can

And sometimes He uses us to work His land.