On His Blindness by John Milton

~ The following poem(Sonnet 16) by John Milton(1608-1674) was written when he was blind. For me a key question is found, dead-center in the middle. It is one in which I have been in a discussion with, with a friend of mine.
  And the question in question?
~~~>  “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
On His Blindness
by John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”