Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Looking to the Future

I stood on tiptoe to see the future,
But a haze blurred my sight;
I rubbed my eyes, exclaimed my sighs,
As the cloudy sky dissolved into night.

“Lord, this is confusing! I wish it were clear!
At least I am certain that You are here.”

I raised my hands to God in surrender
My lips formed a grateful smile,
My Father knows, and He knows best
This must be to grow my faith all the while.

“Father, show me what to do —and when and how;
Empower me to trust and obey You now.”

by Elaine Hardt ©2008
Photo by Joy Hardt ©2003, Africa