Oh Lord, our Father, how uncertain we would ever be
Without the confidence we have by simply trusting Thee
We do not need the answers (much, at times, to our
dismay)
But only Lord, to learn to trust thee each step of the way
How often we are torn between the laws of faith and sight
Where what is seen is but the surface of Mercy’s delight
So Lord, we pray that You would let our confidence
increase
Lest with fear or impatience we prejudge Your Master
peace/piece
How prone we are to groaning from a wilderness of doubt
While Canaan flows with milk and honey, we complain and
pout
Forgetting that the Keeper of His Word waits to fulfill
The Plenty of love’s promises according to His will
© Janet Martin
And I have promised to bring you up out of your misery in Egypt
into the
land of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and
Jebusites--
a land flowing with milk and honey.'
Exodus 3:17
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