If I’m to walk in the spirit,
I have to take steps in faith.
It’s easy to remain stagnant,
A slave to my self-centered ways.
I must be tuned in,
Listening for the still, quiet voice.
Which leads me on the narrow path,
And buffers against worldly noise.
While the spirit voice always speaks,
I sometimes attempt to ignore.
Hands on ears “la-la-la-la-la-la-la”,
A sad scene for sure.
At times, the darkness I embrace,
Pours acid on my soul.
Muffles the voice of the spirit,
Making it less recognizable.
I get caught up in self will,
Seeking only that which I desire.
I try to make my steps my own,
And often walk straight into fire.
To do the “next right thing”,
I must obey Holy Spirit promptings.
An obedience I cannot adhere to,
While entertaining enemy tauntings.
I pray for what I think I need,
Overestimating my vote’s power.
Requesting wants in desperation,
No clear vision for what I even desire.
I find when God answers my prayers,
They may overshoot my expected target.
I delight in these unforeseen gifts,
And my faith is strengthened through the harvest.
At other times I question if He heard me right???
As if something was lost in translation.
An element of disappointment for not getting my way.
The results are far from my expectations.
Faith supersedes my human attempts at reasoning,
God knows and works what is best.
Although my prayers are answered, whether altered or denied,
The conclusive reality… Is one in which I’m blessed.
How can one question?
The notion of creation,
Why such beauty, for mere survival and function?
Is what I find.
When I look with my eyes,
At creativity refined.
Colorful patterns fascinate.
A heart shaped face,
How can this gift not persuade?
That there is a God,
An artist some denied or forgot,
Choosing to adopt the facade,
That the totality of life simply evolved…
Sheltered by the newness of dawn,
While dark’s offering its farewells.
Is a ray of hope, born from light,
Upon the cusp of love fulfilled.
It stretches far beyond the seen,
Reaching the depths of the unknown.
Illuminating dark places,
Showing the lost the way back home.
The ray of hope will never fade,
Although rain and fog may settle.
For hope’s born and sustained by God,
Ruler of the transcendental.