I would have gone; God bade me stay:
     I would have worked; God bade me rest.
He broke my will from day to day,
     He read my yearnings unexpressed
           And said them nay.

Now I would stay; God bids me go:
     Now I would rest; God bids me work.
He breaks my heart tossed to and fro,
     My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk
           And vex it so.

I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;
     Day after day I plod and moil:
But, Christ my God, when will it be
     That I may let alone my toil
           And rest with Thee?

Ordained Servant Online, November 2020.