Trust and willingness to obey
Its no petty play
See, the scary bills to play
Yet, I needs pray!
Glued to my hope and stay
In the throes of sore anguish
Gladly repeating my every wish
How my belly growls for want of fish
But none is sweeter than the pure relish
Of His aura, so pure and never fetish
In the midst of tis dealings
Saith He, “trust me for everything”
Be careful for nothing
But leveraging on His love in learning
Lessons too great, I couldst lose, if whining!
Storms could make real, their weight
Pressing to land me in a sorry state
Truly, I feared if this needs be my fate
Hence my pleas to the Author of my faith
So as not to give up, in the wait!
Lo! Couldst tis be the bills for my past sin?
Assuredly, it was forgiven to be no more seen
Miles of mortal victory, for battles I’d never win
Having helped my weakness in between the scene
I am washed in the precious red /sealed with ‘green’
He may take donkey years to respond
His Word remains my bond
Wouldst I lose faith, even for a second?
Lord, I couldst never break my resolve
Nor permit its firmness to slowly dissolve