Trusting In God's Will ............June 2012

Trusting In God’s Will

Solitary tears silently fall.

As the silent night drowns out our whispered call—

Our beloved so far, yet in our heart so near—

Separation, anxiety parades a lonely tear.

Hearing condemning voices err, encouraging voices echoing old refrains.

How is it no one lingers when distance our heart strains.

Turning once, and again, wiping away the silence, we lay our burdens down.

Praying, trusting in God’s will for our lives, even as the night clouds drift across town.

Twilight has fallen, the fields so ripe.

Trusting, God’s will, how shall we gripe?

Laying our burden down, we lift our eyes teardrops soon to be forever dry.

Strength and wisdom, lovingly our Lord provides, hearing our every cry.

For our soldier so far away we pray.

Praying for safety, for strength, but have we remembered it might not be God’s will our soldier stay?

In strained silence, we listen as a knock we hear on our door.

So many have returned, so many have not, the knocking continues, graciously we have told others we know the score.

Today, our resolve, our confidence is shaken; as our tears begin to fall.

Officers at our door, we never truly believed we would receive this final call.

Knowing our soldier died valiantly, knowing he was fighting for us, should lessen the pain.

We know we should be proud, we need to be strong, yet, today our tears fall like rain.

We have told all our friends how we trusted our God in all things, accepted His will.

Today, our testimony walks alone, stabbing pain lingers, as we face deaths final chill.

Accepting God’s will, it is so easy, when no fatal sacrifice has been made.

Our heart breaking never so clearly have we known God’s sacrifice for us as in death He paid.

Paying all our debt that we might be free—

Once we said we believed, said we trusted His will for our lives, yet, sacrifice until today we did not clearly see.

Separated for a time we thought.

Nothing major, we would get by, knowing some die, never fully believing we would see our freedom bought.

Death so sudden, death so unexpected even though it’s opportunity is known.

Finality certain, yet how we’ve squander our days, forgetting so often the seed that must be sown.

As our tears fall like rain, suddenly we are reminded of the words we’ve oft said.

Washing our face, once again we remember our words, we remember the promises we’ve read.

Our testimony on the line, yet not ours alone, dying to self, we open our eyes and see.

“The fields are white unto harvest”, so many have never heard, though our trial may linger harsh for Christ we must bear witness, a faithful testimony.

“…Not my will, but thine,…” and we remember it was God’s will.

Once and again, we are reminded that the Lord is ever faithful, as all have an appointed time, so in faith we must remain still.

In gleeful pride when all has gone well, we give thanks to God.

Yet, how are we not as Job, who said “the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD. …” are we not odd?

We tell so many others to believe to trust God’s will, but do we remember that upon every door the first death must come to call?

Calling once, upon all those who have truly accepted the gift freely given, calling twice on those whose voice their final rejection as into deaths arms they fall.

Rejecting the gospel that’s presented so clearly by all creation, rejecting the Christian testimony that wavers, rejecting what they cannot see.

Praying so oft for the lost, did you not think that some will never believe lest they see your faithful testimony.

Not the testimony given when life is good, not the testimony when life is weary, but the testimony shown when Satan has knocked you to your knees—

My dear friend, your testimony so strong, faithful, and true, never shines so much as when in your darkest hour to the Lord your praises cross the night’s seas.

Praying faithfully for another, pray also if that unwelcome knock ever to your door comes, you will not be persuaded to curse God and die.

Always a witness for Him must remain, my dear it is through your fiery trial that your testimony may another lead far from that second death, of which so many fail to warn, my child God has heard your cry.

No stronger testimony can you give, no clearer witness can you define, than to accept God’s will when it is clearly not your own.

With your tears many fields will soon be sown.