The mud does not expose the seed
The bud does not yet show the flow'r
The 'should' does not fulfill the deed
nor does the 'Now' foretell the hour
How often God disguises gifts
Strewn on these sands called time
Those hills we’d never wish for
Make us stronger as we climb
Those cares we’d never ask for
Shape the prayers we’d never pray
Those tears we weep help us revere
The smile-anointed day
Those storms of life that test the bark
Of mortal want and will
Would never usher through the dark
His whisper, “peace, be still”
© Janet Martin
He knows what lies in darkness, and light dwells with Him.
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