Riddle

The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word for it's understanding the habitation has stirred softly upon spirit we listen to it's call comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small Can you understand the wise man's riddle apprehend interpretation the narratives trail from beginning to end surround the middle without understanding it's Truth you may fail Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed to many have reached a state of complacency the cares of this life has choked ability You lead upon paths unknown a flight those having wings have flown I tell you upon the rise of each day that you must lead and show us the way Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me for I am lost to the flock without thee My Lord and my God you have called us out faith in you but confidence in self do doubt With every gesture you affirm the way yet evermore before me do my sins lay I look around upon those I do see whose lives are worth much more than me The seventh day Jehovah has blessed where mankind will enter into his rest abundance of joy will fill the earth as Gods Kingdom has given birth The fruit of her labor is worldwide she will wipe the tears her children have cried Gods woman has brought forth Life she will train the children remove their strife You are God from the womb of my mother have preserved me from violence of brother your handmaiden as captive I serve given more than anyone here deserve I listen to the music of your call understand I grace given since fall for to live is Christ and to die gain and within the hand of your Love remain Forsake me not when I reach that hour frail woman in mankind has not power give me courage so I don't therein cower for I have beheld the future from your tower Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord our seas turned to glass when we do as asked neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal all thinking given you and insight given true Hold me close and in your arms for hear I do the trumpets alarms you have signified my death for those you love I give my breath Hold my hand on the path you take for I am weak and easily break a thing that is soft and frail for those you love like Lord impale Now I know the path to you by example your loved showed true willing I am to give you my life like anointed Son did for wife source 1John 3:16 Romans 12:1-2 © 2010 PoetryofProvidence via Duboff Law Group LLC