God is Faithful

Consider Him who is faithful.

I turn dreams to heavy things,
Demanding, like a child.
I lose sight of vision
Staring at the present reality
As if it were the only one.

I seek the Lord for answers
Already given in the vision world
Of faith and certainty.
Oh faithless heart, distraction of my sight!
My soul grows faint in battle
With my soddened self.

I cry for mercy, relief from such a foe.
Mercy always comes. And such a sweet face.
The Lord smiles.
My soul finds rest in the gleam of His eye.
I stand again to move through one more day,
Just present reality,
And reach the vision set in trust for me.

Then there will be one more.

Patiently Wait

I guard my heart.
But it escapes to fires and fantasies.
It longs to spend the days
Dreaming.

Willful waif, this heart of mine,
Defies maturity at times,
Playful imp on brighter days
Desires to dance the time away.

I lead it gently back to me
Require it to sit quietly
Until the Lord calls out to me
To follow Him on calmer seas.

Faith

A door beyond vision
or
A place beyond touch.
What cannot be known, is.
Transparent substance
That sustains through trials
And leads, like a light,
Down the shadowed corridors
Of an unknown day.

Things beyond knowledge
Are known through the heart:
Planted by a word from God
That grows, perceptive in the Spirit,
Discerning what is
And has not been,
Yet.

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