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A Prayer


“Oh God, I do not understand Your plan; 
Why You created me the way I am
This fleshly clay becomes a heavy yoke;
I groan and stagger – almost to despair.
I search and seek for paths to follow, but
There is no trodden way for me to find.
Life’s normal way is treacherous and strange;
The winding road is long and steep and dark.”


“I know the plans that I have made for you;
My plans are for My glory and your good.
Remember, child – I have fashioned you
Just wait, this struggle will not be in vain.
Be still and listen. Wait to hear My voice
For I am guiding, ask Me for more faith.
I go before you: follow in My steps.
This road, My way, is narrow, straight and rough
But it is not too much for you to bear.”


“Lord I believe, but help my unbelief;
Help me to trust, forgive my fainting heart.
Oh hold my weary, trem'bling hands in Yours
I do not want to falter or to fall.
Withhold me from my self-destructive plans
Keep me from my own presumptuousness.
Forgive me when I fail and doubt Your grace,
And when my love is not what it should be.
I will seek You through each perplexing day,
Correct me when I start to go astray.”


“I will fulfill the longings of your heart
With better gifts than you could ever dream
I know the things that bring you greatest fear
And I will give you courage for each task.
I speak to you, but you must stop and listen
And want the answers I will give to you.
If you will listen to My gentle pleas,
You'll hear my prompts to try a better way.
My ear is always open to your cry,
Come close, confide in Me, for I am LOVE.

Comments

  1. Jubilee YoungMarch 17, 2023 at 7:41 PM

    This poem is one I wrote a few years ago, and the message comes back to me time and time again. I think I have moved on from the plea and need represented, but it returns. The question of how to rely on God and the need to understand His doings. Perhaps I shouldn't be trying to out learn it.

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