Quote of the Day:
Where the light of revelation is not accompanied by spiritual experience and power in our souls, then it will end either in outward formality or atheism. John Owen, The Glory of Christ, pg. 115
Here’s a poem I wrote a long time ago, and am relearning again.
A CHILDLIKE FAITH
Days composed of time, and I’m
Walking down a corridor of more
Than I could ever know and so,
I will trust the One who leads me.
I am blind, and yet I see that to be,
Is more important than to do, and yet so few,
Dare to risk their place in line to find,
That life is more than being secure.
Somewhere inside resides
A willingness to surrender and remember
Why we are here, what we must do, and Who
We are following, and that He is able.
Why then do we run and hide, and decide,
That we can run our lives best, and never rest,
Always trying to be what we always were,
Trying to obtain what we already have.
We came to God on our knees, and now we plead,
That we would return there, in humble prayer,
In faith we first came, and in faith we remain,
Seeing the world through different eyes.
Fill us to overflowing, that men may see that we,
Have a power not our own, a love from above,
That will stop at nothing to light the night,
And spread the word around.
That man does not have to die, does not have to try,
To do great things, and bridge the hole in his soul,
For he cannot, and would not, and should not, and won’t
Until he becomes a child once again.
A child playing in the sand does not demand,
That he find cement, and make concrete, and complete,
A great big house, for all to see what he can be,
He is content that he is alive, and very much alive he is!
We are called Children of God, it is quite odd,
That we run around trying to be big, doing great deeds,
When, after all, God calls us to be small,
And trust him to honor our life of faith, and He will.
