Thursday, August 24, 2017

To We Of Numbered Days

Where doubt releases demons
And despair is like a noose
Where unbelief is chief of sin
And faith seems but a ruse
Where knowledge leaves a gaping void
In quests of greater good
And life feels like a lonesome road
Of love misunderstood
When all the answers in the world
Breed questions undeterred
Then we need to get on our knees
And trust God’s faithful Word

When in our search for gladness, oh,
When in our search for peace
In this world rife with madness’ woe
(…the price of Unbelief)
When seeking, but not finding, or
When hoping without hope
When looking but not seeing more
Than dark through which we grope
When confusion strips passion
For life’s purpose pure and sure
The God of all salvation waits
To save, comfort, secure

When what we find is futile
Like vain chasing of the wind
When what binds us bleeds laughter dry
In corridors of skin
When worth of word and labor seems
To waste upon the street
And everywhere we turn our dreams
Are undone in defeat
When we have lost our appetite
For Truth that none can prove
We need to lay aside our pride
And trust God’s faithful love

…and as we let go of our will
His pow’r will intercede
For nothing in this world can fill
The soul’s undying need
Nothing will grant relief from grief
Or bring peace, hope or joy
Until Surrender stirs Belief
In what none can destroy
The Lord’s myriad mercies pour
Without number or law
And as we glimpse His gift of grace
He fills the heart with awe

God, full of pity loves us
Patient, kind and without blame
Though heathen mock His promises
They abide, all the same
His grace bids judgment tarry
For a world confused and lost
Born with a curse we carry
Until broken at the cross
Then, when the blood of Jesus
Washes clean the heart of sin
Redemption’s hope releases us
To precious peace within

© Janet Martin

 Immediately the boy's father cried out, "I do believe; help my unbelief!"

Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."

 But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:


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