Oh Lord, let me surrender to Your promise,
While clinging to the knowledge of Your love.
Let me not become a doubting Thomas,
Demanding daily manna from above.
Instead, let me revel in both good and bad;
Resisting judging how a thing is so.
Resting in the wisdom of my Father, Dad;
Trusting that He’s truly working here below.
For it’s not in grasping every twist and turn,
That is key to moving out ahead;
But the stepping out in which we learn;
That’s the way of faith He’s promised we’ll be led.
WhittledWord for 2/25/2015; edited 3/6/2018