NOT FIT FOR SERVICE by Mrs. Jennie M. Daly

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 1, 1899

"NOT FIT FOR SERVICE."

By Mrs. Jennie M. Daly

ONE night—'twas a Saturday evening— I sat alone in my room, Watching the fading daylight And the steadily-gathering gloom. I longed and watched for an opening A word for my Master to say, Ere the twilight gave place to darkness And the week had passed away.

I knew that there had been moments Afforded me through the week When I might have witnessed for Jesus, But I hadn't the heart to speak. And now, when I would have spoken, The privilege was denied. So I went with my sorrow to Jesus, And why was this? I cried.

Ah! the Master knew all about it, And He said (and I knew it was right), "The tool is too blunt for service; I can not use it to-night."

The shaft to be used must be polished, Must be hid in the Master's hand. The arrow while hid in the quiver Must be sharp to perform His command. Then polish and sharpen me, Master, Tho painful the process may be, And make me an instrument fitted To be used any moment by Thee.

MRS. JENNIE M. DALY.