Soul's Bewilderment

The wisdom is so small
the need so very great
A heart full of pain and sorrow
and much to contemplate

A mind swirling with questions
but no answers are in sight
"What I am to do, oh God?"
but all is dark this night

Elijah heard a whisper
To Abram God did speak
Nathan came to David
Here all is quiet though I seek

Sin's victories ring
loud and long and clear
Bragging of their triumphs
At my soul they sneer

To see another now in sin
Glad to be stuck in it's bog
Makes me heart mourn
And keep asking "why God?"

"Why have You not touched them
And given them Your grace?
Why do you seem so far away?
Why don't they seek Your face?"

But heaven is quiet
my face bowed to the ground
I'm waiting for the answer
All is still above and around

God's timing is not my timing,
He is love, wisdom, and truth
In patience He deemed to condescend
An answer to this youth

"The secret things are mine,
dear child, let them be
Continue in prayer and obedience
And then leave the rest to Me."

A peace filled my soul
Because I know that He is right
God does all things well
Despite the sin we fight

He will work all things out
To an oh so glorious end
I trust the story He's written
Will be better then I could've ever penned

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