Be Still
Much of man's life is veiled in mystery,
glimpses of truth in pages of history.
What is known to man he has learned,
from other men grasping to try and discern.
Hidden somewhere deep in the heart,
truth and wisdom are not far apart.
Reaching for knowledge with all that he can,
answers to questions just slip through his hands.
Man stumbles through life on the same old paths,
that his fathers have traveled in times past.
A creature of habit, not breaking the trend,
not seeing the forest for the trees, planted in sin.
When he is left without any true absolutes,
everything is up in the air and up for dispute.
Man has no sense of direction without true north,
he will talk in circles and move back and forth.
If man will be still and God will he fear,
then the Word will he know and wisdom he hear.
10/25/18
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