A poem I wrote in January 2008 ~
Watch how the lilies grow,
they neither toil nor spin
Yet God arrays each with a splendid cloak,
and tenderly caresses them in the wind.
Watch the bird, she gracefully soars
Plants no seed, tills no land…
Yet God remembers her and her little ones,
fills and warms them in His hand.
See the trees of centuries old
They stand silent and still
to joyfully welcome every season
till their green the Father renews.
Why worry – men of little faith?
Does the Lord not know what we eagerly seek?
Does He not know what we need?
Does He not hear when we speak?
Learn from the lilies
They smile up at the sun,
waiting for God’s golden touch,
they wave their petals one by one.
Learn from the little bird
She puffs up her chest and sings
a tune only God knows and loves,
joy to His heart it brings.
Learn from the trees of centuries old
They do not rush the seasons past
because they’ve seen His faithfulness
from the first to the very last.
Therefore, trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on what you know,
but walk by faith and not by sight
and He will lead you in the way you should go.
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