The Wood Chopper

Written by Ron Hampton

An emeriti faculty member of the University of Nebraska, Lincoln, and is an experienced researcher and has published in various journals.

The sound of his voice rang clear in the forest
As the Lord did call him by name
The man responded with obedience and fear
“Here I am Lord,” the reply quickly came.

“Do not be afraid, I have a job for you,”
The lord thundered loudly that day,
“I have need of a man that I can rely on,
A man who will watch and will pray.”

But Lord, I merely chop wood for a living.
I really won’t know what to say,
Surely there’s someone greater than me
An apostle or a preacher to pray.

You don’t understand I have searched far and wide
For a man who is willing to spend
A lifetime of listening and watching with me
A man who will simply begin.

Now to the prayer that I want you to pray
It is simple and easy to do.
Every time that you cut a tree in the forest,
Pull down a stronghold or two.

Trust in the Holy Spirit each morning
As He clearly will give you the names,
Of people afflicted with all kinds of issues
For the enemy has bound them in chains.

Take up your ax and keep it quite sharp
As you fell one tree at a time,
And remember my name and use it quite often
As the enemies step up in line.

And so Guy chopped for the rest of his life,
As each tree came tumbling down
And the prayers that he prayed day after day
Not a one was lost on the ground
And the enemy didn’t stick around.

Now I had the opportunity to meet this man,
when I was only a child
I knew there was something unique about him,
He was amazingly humble and mild.

Although of short stature, his hands were like steel,
And his back was as strong as could be
But the most incredible thing was his voice,
Like thunder it sounded to me
A voice as deep as the sea.

So Guy answered the call and he followed God’s plan
As he prayed with a loud voice each day,
And the trees that did fall were amazing to all
And the strongholds no longer did stay.
Many people were led in The Way!

ron hampton, 2000 – SDG

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