Proverbs 3:5&6 (NIV) “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.”
“Do you trust Me?” He asked,
As her heart started quaking.
Her breathing was rapid,
Her body was shaking.
A sea of people surrounded her on every side,
As far as the eye could see, both deep and wide.
They were all running a race; some were fast some were slow,
There were familiar faces, but most she did not know.
“Where are we going, how long is this race?”
“Do you trust Me?” He asked as He lifted her face.
“Don’t look to the left; don’t look to the right,
Keep your eyes on Me; I will be your sight.
I will give you your strength when you lose your stride,
Stay close to me as you leave behind Pride.
Pride requires strength that will cause you to stumble,
If Pride has his way, in time you will crumble.
What you need, I will give you, though in My time—not yours
Your mind cannot fathom what I have in store.
Do not run this race thinking that you know what is best,
I have mapped out your course in ways you could never guess.
When you feel overwhelmed, and the course is uphill,
When you question and doubt if you are still in My will,
When the storms won’t stop raging, and the winds blow full gust,
Believing Me is no longer an option-- it is a must.
When the race is not over, but your body is weak,
When you can’t lift your head and have no words to speak,
When disappointment and failure stay pace with your stride,
And sadness and apathy beg to abide…
Keep moving and remember that things are not what they appear,
When you cry out to Me, I won’t turn a deaf ear.
When doubt clouds your view and I feel far away,
I will come close to you as you draw near and pray.
When you walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
The darkness will not swallow you; I will give you your breath.
There will be freedom and lightness in place of defeat,
As you learn to praise My name with every heartbeat.
With joy in your heart and praise on your tongue,
You will reach mountaintop peaks as you continue to run.
So stay strong, My child, do not be afraid,
For it is in My likeness that you are made.
I will keep you, uphold you; your foot won’t strike a stone,
You are marked – you are My own.
When your race is finished and at last you are home,
You will say with confidence, “I was never alone!”
But for now, I must ask, as I asked you before,
Do you trust Me, My child, I dearly implore.
Though sweaty and dusty and still out of breath,
Unable to fathom the length and the depth,
Weeping and weary, though loved nonetheless,
She lifted her face and to her Maker did profess:
“I will trust You, Lord; my life is blessed,
I will trust You in life; I will trust You in death.
I will run this race; I will give it my all,
I won’t shrink back or hide, I will run strong and tall.
You have called me Your child; You’ve set my course, written my story,
I will run for You, my King, to bring You pleasure and glory.
Thank You for saving me, thank You for grace,
For never leaving me; for setting my pace.
I won’t look back, to the left or the right,
I will run this race; I will fight the good fight.
To You, oh Lord, I lift my soul;
In You I trust, oh my God, I give You control.
I trust You, oh God, trust Your unfailing love,
You are King of the earth and the heavens above.
I trust You, oh Lord, my Strength and my Rock,
I will run till you come for me, only then will I stop.
Please grow my faith; it is all I possess,
I trust You, Lord, whatever You ask, I say ‘Yes.’”
Stay the course…
Sheila
