Taylor Gold

What will be told?

And written of you in days to come?

How many races will he run?

How many trophies will be won?

How many lives will he touch?

How many hearts will be touched?

With the warmth of his smile

And the strength of God’s hand

He’ll win the lost

And save many a lost lamb

Because deep inside

Underneath the clown

Is a gentle shepherd

Whose life he’s laid down

To go forth and answer

The call on his life

To let the Father choose

His pathway in life

For all he really wants to do and to be

Is to become His servant and to please His King

So, it doesn’t really matter

How great his destiny may or may not be

All that he really cares about

Is pleasing the King of Kings

And hearing Him say in his heart

At the end of each day,

"Well done, my son;

Thanks for doing it My way!"

For I chose you long, long ago

To make an imprint on this world for Me

All you have to do now

Is make your life a living offering

And I will take and bless each little part

Multiplying them until

Your life becomes a work of art

Of divine majesty fulfilled

As one of my knights crusading the world

Who tells all he does meet and see

Of the love of His Savior

The hope of His grace

And the joy that Salvation brings

So rest now, my son

Your life is in My hands

All will be well as I’ve designed and planned

I promise this day

A life of fulfillment

Of unending love between you & Me

My promise to you

Is a life that’s worth living

As you walk on now

In service of the King

Remember way back when

You first gave your life to Me?

So much has happened between us since then

When you joined my living army

For you offered up your heart

As a young lad

And I accepted your life

Your two fishes and loaf of bread

And someday soon yet not far away

Together we may feed ten thousand in a day

With the truth of the Savior

And the Gospel of the King

The reality of my Kingdom

And the hope that Christ brings

So trouble not thyself

In what will be written or told

But come now walk with Me

As hand in hand we reach out to the world

Winning lives for eternity

For I am still seeking

I am still calling

Disciples of fire to come follow Me

I am still searching

I am still choosing

Fishers of men to come fish with Me

And oh, what a bounty

Oh, what a catch

Oh, what a day that will be to see

As young men of Earth

Let Me cast out their nets

Pulling in souls for eternity

So, Taylor Gold

What will be told

Of your life as you live it

Now that you’re free?

Only I know

As you inside know

What you’re called to become and to be

Just rest now and let’s see

How life unfolds for thee

As I add the final touches

On this living canvas you’ve set before Me

Written by Bonnie Franklin

~ June 2003 ~