God is Still Able..................a poem from 2010

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God is Still Able




Yet, another bill has flown through the door.
Laughing I watch as resources to pay has taken wings, soaring fast away.
Another waits, ponders, watches, questions, will my folly soon be known forever more?


 
Mocking, laughing to scorn, will this be the final most horrible day?
Will my enemies at last truly triumph over me; will my soul walk through death's door?
Worldly resources gone, will my Lord turn this way?



Bringing swift deliverance to my soul, even as my footsteps have lingered ever near deaths final door-
Who will for me this day pray?
Trapped ensnared with deeds and words, yet for another I've stood long at this door.



How long, must I wait for a better day?
Trusting, believing, yet has my hope, left me standing gazing and a blurry door.
Still yet, I've for another long prayed, night and day.



My friend, though I may be weak, all my hope and trust, it holds fast to the solid door.
Though my days may be long and yet gray, still I know who for me has stood the way.
The skies they are bright, and sunny, the night it is filled with light. Soon, I'll walk through that final door.


 
Discouraged I've been often along the way, yet still I expect a bright and happy new day.
I've heard many say they stand, many say they love me true, but only one was able to build a door.
A wall there was all around, yet no door, until that day.



Soon this world dark, weary and long, will I leave far behind, as I walk though Heaven's door.
Holding fast to truth, I know this world of deceit for me will never be home, soon I'll fly away.
Fly away to a home, where the sun never dims, where the night is ever day, where truth is always at the door.


 
One day, I'll see the one who for me, has fully paid, my way.
Opening I could not, for solid and strong is the door.
There is but one way.



Today, I hold fast to what I know is true, as I stand nearer still the door.
Waiting for soon, my night will turn to day...
Earthly debts, wages and illness bring many a snare, bills overflowing oft through my door.


 
Yet, entangled from these soon I'll flee, for my Father is rich beyond compare, to Him alone, I'll bring all my worry and care, knowing full well He is able to make a way.
Praying I believe, knowing He is able to fulfill my need, even as the wolves are ever at my door.
Trusting in Him alone, I'll pray.



Knowing what I cannot do, He is ever able to bring my every need through my earthly door.
Rest I will for I know when the night is darkest, it is He who brings the light to every day.
Come what may, come what will, I know my Saviour as He is the only door.


 
Waiting on His promises I'll rest even this day.
Trusting in Him alone, peace will overflow and fill my door.
For with Him are no variables, He is forever able, even when other's laugh, and mock, and have long since gone away...