TRUST WHEN I DO NOT UNDERSTAND
I left heaven sometime ago and entered a world of challenge. The world of which I live is not my home but rather I have been sent to school. I live here for a time, it is not given to me how long but I will remain happily until I am called home.
Sometimes the journey I have undertaken takes me to where the sun shines. Where I hear the peaceful sound of the brook as it babbles. I smell in the air the fragrant smell of blossoms and hear the larks melodious tone.
I trust He who sent me here, though sometimes I do not understand, why the road I have to walk is rough and seemingly unfit for travel. As I look about the road of which I must travel, sometimes it seems I am alone.
The storm blows in; the rain comes down—l’ m afraid. I try to battle the storm by myself I can not at times I just stand still and wait for sometimes the fog rolls in blinding my vision," Please Help", I franticly moan.
He, comes He has a lamp; at first I can't imagine how such a lamp could illuminate the road for me. Then I remember the feeding of the five thousand. I know that His lamp can light the way. I follow the light; I am not alone!
In my ears the sweet song of David echoes: "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path". I take His strength, I trust in him I follow the light and I remember home.
Written by: Kathy Black txt: John 9:12 & Ps.42: 8
I left heaven sometime ago and entered a world of challenge. The world of which I live is not my home but rather I have been sent to school. I live here for a time, it is not given to me how long but I will remain happily until I am called home.
Sometimes the journey I have undertaken takes me to where the sun shines. Where I hear the peaceful sound of the brook as it babbles. I smell in the air the fragrant smell of blossoms and hear the larks melodious tone.
I trust He who sent me here, though sometimes I do not understand, why the road I have to walk is rough and seemingly unfit for travel. As I look about the road of which I must travel, sometimes it seems I am alone.
The storm blows in; the rain comes down—l’ m afraid. I try to battle the storm by myself I can not at times I just stand still and wait for sometimes the fog rolls in blinding my vision," Please Help", I franticly moan.
He, comes He has a lamp; at first I can't imagine how such a lamp could illuminate the road for me. Then I remember the feeding of the five thousand. I know that His lamp can light the way. I follow the light; I am not alone!
In my ears the sweet song of David echoes: "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path". I take His strength, I trust in him I follow the light and I remember home.
Written by: Kathy Black txt: John 9:12 & Ps.42: 8
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I wish I could write as well as you do!
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