in the morning storm, as it rolls and blows
in the cry of pain from an illness
in the wreck less, hopeless struggle to try
in the failing, falling, striving, and missing, yet again
in the daily struggle to be daily,
to do daily, to complete the list,
Where is His face?
in the midst of temptation and seduction,
in brokenness and laziness
Why are those voices louder? Stronger? More convincing and appealing?
His presence is in the before, during, and the after....
His face is ever before, always with, and neverleaving.....
He is. Simply, just is.
No comments:
Post a Comment