Circumstancial Evidence

Jesus,
Help me understand
The path of least resistance.
It may not be the right way.

When things are going well,
And all doors fly open,
You may not be there.

Help me see that opposition,
And difficult situations
May not be suffering for you.

When oppression comes
And everything is contrary,
It may not be your discipline.

Show me that circumstance
Good or bad
Are always on the path.

My faith and trust
are in you my Friend,
Not circumstantial evidence.

The Land of Famine

O Lord, I am living in the land of famine.
I didn't see the signs?
I ignored the signs?
I refused to see the signs?
O Lord, I have no foresight
and my hindsight has grown fuzzy.

I am at your mercy.
You alone know the motivations of my heart.
But, I have never refused to go where you have directed.
I have been as generous as I know how to be.
When I have seen a person in need I have helped them to the best of my ability.
I have carried some even after I should have let them go.
I have given of my time and resources to invest in your kingdom.

You do not refuse anyone forgiveness.
Those who repent stand inside you arms of protection and mercy.
You love to provide for your children.
O Lord, forgive my selfish heart, I repent of my trusting in self,
I am your child, bless me Father or I will die in this land of famine.

You are faithful, and I will bless your name.
You are faithful, and I will count your blessings.
You are faithful, I will accept your crushing and your discipline.
You are faithful, do not hide your face from me.
You are faithful, I will put my hope in you.
You are faithful, I will wait for the rain and the manna of your blessing.

Stuck In-Between

Stuck In-Between

O Lord, I am stuck In-between,
I am no longer the idealistic youth.
And yet, I do not feel like a wise old man.

Lord, I am stuck in-between.
All the things I thought I knew...I don't.
The things I need to know, I have no grasp of.

I no longer know how you are leading me.
I no longer seem to hear as I should.
My sight is growing dim.

All I have is in jeopardy.
All that I thought you gifted me to do - gone.
I am broken, bruised, and battered.

I have tried to be your servant.
I am angry at you.
I am undone.

You are not stuck in-between.
You are constant from beginning to end.
In-between is where faith is tested, and trust is lived.

Whatever my sin, you have forgiven.
Your mercy and grace are my consolation.
I ask not for rescue, but sustenance to see me through.

Let me learn more of your companionship.
Let your peace overshadow me.
I will Worship You.

Living in the land of blessing,
Or in-between...
I Will Worship You.