When His sky is silent and gray
When noise around
Our God of Creation
Reigns over every nation
Can be seen
By those who seek
For His treasures, like pearls,
Joyfully discovered …
Enslaved by amazing love
His truth from above
engraved on our hearts
Beginning right from the start
This is only one of millions of miracles
Whether we see signs and wonders or not,
Whether God is hidden or visible
Trust is the crust
Of the bread of life
For we can be greedy
Demanding to view Godly things
Do we think
Our ways are higher,
Our knowledge, our power?
May we bow our heads
In humility instead
May we enter 2020
With contentment in lack or plenty
May we rest in His mighty right hand
That measured the waters and marked off the heavens
May we release
Fleshy pride who urges us to puff up and increase
May we praise the One who honors the least
May we lean upward,
Toward our eternal home
Setting our feet on the narrow path
Resisting any temptation to roam
It is for this hope
We wake. No matter what’s at stake, we cope
Because we believe in Him
It is for us He promises to renew our strength when ours is thin
Then, more than we can ever imagine …
He promises we will soar
Far beyond the world’s plateau, opening new doors
Doing new things
Calling forth the generations from the beginning
We are not alone
We are chosen
By Our Mighty Lord
A spiritual, holy cord
Commanding us to set fear afire
As we surrender our will to the One who knows our heart’s desire
In the book of Matthew, Jesus curses a fig tree and “immediately the tree withered”. The disciples, those who followed Him closely, were in awe and asked Jesus how did this happen (Matthew 21:19-20).
“Jesus replied, ‘Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea’, and it will be done. If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer” (Matthew 21:21).
When we say we believe God can do anything, we must also believe we can do nothing remotely righteous without Him.
You may notice a theme of pride in this poem and the last. I am keenly aware of how the devil tries to get me to go there. Oh yes, and he gets me to go there sometimes. I think pride is the least talked about sin, and yet we all struggle with it.
We all fall short of the glory of God, but we can fall less often if we train our hearts, minds, and souls to believe in our trustworthy, all-powerful God.
May God awaken you to His truth, His grace, and His power.