Whys Don’t Wise Me Up
What do I know, what do I know of you, Lord?
I know what you divulge. I know if I dig deep enough.
I’m not required to take a shovel, but to trust you,
as if that friend that waits to catch me as I fall.
You do catch me, even if I don’t see the effect.
Whys don’t wise me up, but between the cracks
you expose the deeper things and fruit matures
instead of weeds. L O V E
is the greatest produce.
J O Y ~
happiness within our hope.
P E A C E
that passes ALL understanding…
P A T I E N C E
under pressure, as we wait for the greater reward,
for our hearts want to jump too quickly.
God’s slowness is mercy. K I N D N E S S
toward our
fellow
man
G O O D N E S S not of our own making, but His.
G E N T L E N E S S ~
that spot-on touch from heaven
that wipes all tears
that quietly holds a friend or stranger’s hand.
F A I T H F U L N E S S ~
showing up, every time, at least
in thought or prayer, but yes, oh yes, showing up between
the cracks, when time stands still, when the clock won’t
q
u
i
t
and
when you want to binge, scream, die, keep an eye on
S E L F ~ C O N T R O L. You are not
in control, but the Spirit of God
will catch your lows
carry you high
into His bosom
where you lay your head
and He dries ALL your tears
and He washes your robe in HIS blood
that WHITE robe, precious.
Lest we forget, HE is our happily-ever-after.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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