Sunday, December 02, 2007

I Complain to God

“Which way shall I look?” I complained.
“Behind? Ahead? I sense some dread.
Around? There’s too much to see.
Lord, give perspective to me.”

I whined and complained and fussed,
“Life is too hard, too unjust!”
When I settled quietly in bed,
This is what He said:

“Trust Me with your life,
Lift your eyes above, receive My love,
Each new moment embrace;
Appreciate your place.

“Grow stronger, even longer,
Confess your sin, welcome Jesus within;
From irritations turn,
Ponder the process and learn.

“I am your Maker, I know what’s best,
I give the power for your testing hour;
Life eternal awaits you ahead,
Complain no more,” is what He said.

By Elaine Hardt ©2007