His All Seeing Eye
Pondering and wondering; what should I do?
Knowing that God is able to see and carry me through.
He knows my sadness and feels my tears,
And how I am often overwhelmed with fear.
But I am silent before Him, for I don't want to ask,
Him to do for me another difficult task.
It's not hard for Him, its just hard for me,
Because the way out of it; I just can't see.
I am always asking Him for His help,
He has always been there for me, there is no one else.
So I just sit here silent, wondering and pondering,
As my troubles and problems around me seem to be thundering.
So sad and empty and lonely I feel,
Is my love and trust in God for real.
Or do I just give Him lip service as I speak,
And it is not His face I truly seek.
I know what He said, but I am sad and blue,
I am sitting here acting as if He is not able to pull me through.
My God ain't weak; He sees, feels, understands and hears;
My sadness, my silence and especially my tears.
I need to arise and shine and be for real,
'Cause my God truly knows just how I feel.
But my relationship is not about feelings,
That will have my soul rocking and reeling.
My relationship is about believing what He said,
And not being blown by the wind, but standing on His Word.
I have to stand firm and can't be moved;
For God and His Word has been proved.
No matter what I feel or what I am going through,
He is able to save, deliver and help me and you.
We must have confidence and trust; also called faith,
Lean not to our own understanding, and accept His grace.
I cannot be moved by every wind that blow,
I will stand on the Word, because I do know,
That through my sadness, tears and fears;
God is able to deliver, for He is real.
Penned 6/11/2015 at 11:00a.m. for Mystic Rose contest
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
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