Are these trials so important?
Will the pieces all make sense?
Frayed and broken, mixed up messes,
Thoughts distressing, soul- suspense.
Falling, swirling, where to settle,
Take a step and try to stand.
God, Your never-ceasing patience,
Leads me onward by the hand.
Why not bring a straight deliverance?
Why not force a different course?
Yet, You uphold bestowed free-will,
And wait to be our only Source.
Every moment makes a difference,
Will I trust You, will I run?
Will I seek You, God for answers,
All the Truth found in Your Son?
There is mercy, there is treasure,
Free for gleaning if I take.
Never fear the road will lead me,
To You LORD, For Glory Sake!
Anna 11/17
