Struggles of Faithful Proportions

Lord I know that you know me, 

for that reason my fear is small 

the innermost parts of my heart, 

the innocent Ways that I fall. 

Every thought and intent of my soul,

The longings you see every one 

the quiet reflections , the hopes and exceptions 

the works both complete and undone 

the tiny steps up the mountain I take 

the wonder With pauses and slipping of Faith 

The stopping and going frustrates my  knowing

 As my hand reaches out toward your ways 

the questions and doubts prove the strength that I lack 

but your sovereignty planned all my days 

When I’m silent you hear me 

when I’m mad, you show love 

When I fall in despair , or flee your still near 

Your covenant remains more than enough 

When I turn away you ask ,”why “ and “where have you gone” your patience unmatched 

Your victory done 

my desperate cries know that you hear me

my gaze fixed secure on your face

 I walk un impeded through wounds around me 

sustained by your unending Grace

 I stumble through failure 

Im burned by sin

I’m sorting and seeing and learning again. 

I choose to believe you’re not angry or cross 

you made me , you see me

No regret and no loss 

The life that I live , the paths that I take, the roads that I travel 

The ones i forsake 

Are known and seen and forged by your hand 

To bring me and lead me through wilderness grounds into the promise land 

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