Only God knows the future, the past too ugly to repeat.
I live here in the present to wander earth on believer’s feet.
Does some tragic scene await, should I smile, or should I dread?
With Holy Force I ask in prayer, “Father, give me my daily bread.”
The human likes new things, but the Son in me says, “No need.”
I fight a daily battle, to sometimes lose to Satan’s weeds.
Have I lost? Of course, not. Scripture reads Messiah died and bled.
Then rose to prove He conquered death, please believe, is what God said.
So, why the struggle if I win? Why don’t I just relax today?
‘Cause He also says, I should testify, and will help me to obey.
Image: Aivazovsky I. The Ninth Wave. Fragment.
