From "petition" to "praise"
The Father is maturing our prayers
Broadening our gaze
By the increase of our faith
Though we began with child steps
Supposing, like Martha, this sickness was unto death
We have matured to wait and not waver
While treading this cursed sod
We rejoice-proclaiming, echoing our Savior:
"Such sickness is not unto death but to the glory of God"
Let the seed be buried in the darkness of His will
He who has begun this work, He has promised to fulfill
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"Be Still & Know..." Poems
PoetryPoems about waiting on the Lord to fulfill His promise and your purpose "Trust in the Lord , and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness. Delight yourself also in the Lord , And He shall give you the desires of your heart. Commit y...
