Tuesday, October 21, 2014

For All Those Things We Cannot Change

For all those things we cannot change
And all those things we do not know
For facts than none can rearrange
Of holding near or letting go
For high and low and in between
For faith and hope to cheer this day
For peace in spite of the unseen
We can do but one thing; we pray 

...and we pray, not to gods we see
Of sticks and stones or bricks and clay
We pray to He who tends the tree
And breaks the dark to light the day
We pray to He who sees beneath
The veil of flesh from heaven's throne
No frantic last resort is He
Who understands our wordless groan

No plea too great, no cry too small
This God who bends the wind, cups seas
Hears each sincere and selfless call
In Him there are no 'least of these'
So, for those things so hard to bear
Or understand, God grant that we
Within the solace of a prayer
May trust the answers, Lord, to Thee

© Janet Martin

Aren't you glad we can 'carry everything to God in prayer'?


  1. Prayer is a wonderful thing, and this poem expresses that well.


  2. I know I often take for granted the awesome invitation to... 'Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.' Heb.4:16


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