For Promises of More

Wisdom crieth without the gates; Her voice a wailing wraith

How long will we refuse Her for a knowledge void of trust

Complacency of fools entices us from founded faith

As we exchange Her gifted gain to grovel in the dust

And want replaces wisdom; greed, a god of vanity

Cannot begin to fathom Her unsoiled intimacy

How easily faith falters craving fortune formed of sight

How rather we prefer the facts than waiting, wondering

Without the proof of answers that we understand as right

While ever yet we pray and plead, the silence thundering

With what ifs, why and wherefores that are not clearly revealed

As true love of obedience requires Self repealed

Old customs fall away beneath Time’s frantic, forward urge

The New boasts bigger, better than those ancient things we learned

Its music of progression as past-present-future merge

Accepting the Unthinkable which our forefathers spurned

But what God promised long ago He promises now, still

And Faith even as mustard seed can move a mighty hill

Wisdom cries in the streets; the noise of vain self-righteousness

Would drown Her, yet the Lord by wisdom founded all the earth

And He is ever greater than Time’s faint covetousness

Patient, He tends the cradle where knowledge waits to give birth

To Her which gives life not to flesh and blood, but to the soul

Immaculate perception where fear’s futile legions roll

© Janet Martin

Reading in the first few chapters of Proverbs this morning...and struggling with my mustard-seed faith.

In the book a Man called Peter, Catherine Marshall, the author writes after stunning proof of God's faithfulness when looking back over a trial in their life...

'One of the excuses we offer for our lack of faith is the old cliche ' God helps those who help themselves'. Rather, God helps those who trust Him to solve their problems.'