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Patience
So far, in this life,
I’ve met all of my needs
from without
and not from within.
Are all my needs mine?
or are my needs His;
Perhaps, the meaning of sin?
A perfect work,
that, I can’t perform;
It must be given,
as I am conformed...
to His beautiful image,
that I’ve tried to be,
as I strived to “work”to eternity.
I never knew that His suffering
was “waiting”
for God’s way presented to Him;
This wonderful Jesus,
revealing to me,
the real meaning of sin.
The fruits of not waiting
are rarely noticed
and they bring much
glory to us;
These good looking works
are never suspected
as an absolute lack of trust.
Attainable desires
of my heart, set before me,
are so very hard to resist
and there’s always that option
to bring glory to me,
and say, “ God has
blessed me with this.”
Was it God or me?
The question remains.
Was I busied from Him?
Was trust at all gained?
Now, truth revealed
is not to condemn;
is not to bring fear
or even offend;
But, rather, that I
will ask Him to fix
this terrible temptation
that I can’t resist;
And to open my eyes
and unplug my ears,
They’re so use to my voice
that is lord,
And know that He promised,
Will present, as a gift,
my desire... that I can’t afford.
Herein lies debt,
that will hold me in chains:
to lock me into
what I must maintain.
This desire that I’ve worked
so hard to receive,
now has its own life
and the power to deceive,
For I find it controls me
to keep me insisting
that this is a blessing,
Yet, I know I’m resisting
the way that He called me
to walk and receive
my desires from His hand
but I couldn’t believe....
How complete His payment,
in all that He did,
To walk in this life
and all ways to live...
Experiencing His love,
that delights to give,
and trusting He’ll do
every word that He says.
Who knew, He became perfect
through the sufferings to wait
and submitted Himself,
by refusal to take
one thing not given,
so death could die
and life would be risen;
in you and in I:
To prove Gods plan,
from the very beginning:
A gift of life
that is never ending....
so that working and burdens
and cares are dead,
If I will receive
my inheritance instead.
The Lie’s in the shadows,
Where it loves to lurk,
So, indeed,
“Let Patience
have her perfect work”
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