Could it be that simple Lord?
One day embroiled in customary affairs
Same people, same routine
And nothing likely to arise
Out of the ordinary.
Hoping that it might.
Dreaming occasionally of the exotic
Really doing something of reward
Something that might bless
Something using special talents
Hidden in the basement
Long time now
Out of unbelief and discouragement.
And then you come by
More aware of my everyday
Than I ever imagined.
You look at me with honest eyes
Nothing fleeting or token about it.
You see inside.
I know that you do
And you remain hopeful, optimistic
Could there be some plan
Some eventuality way beyond my ken?
And you speak
Without any hint of reticence.
You see what I do
The coarseness of it, the dullness.
But yet you speak:
“Levi, follow me.”