Blessings
Unknown
I have to believe
everything happens for a reason.
For God is All-knowing of
things in their time and season.
I do round after round of
what if, instead, I had done this,
Worrying time after time
of opportunities missed.
But He knows all of
me—every single part.
My weakness, strength,
even all my heart.
And He takes all of it and
works it for my good,
And He sees that all
things happen as they should.
He knew which mistakes I'd
make...
He knows what I'll choose
and what it will take
To teach me, shape me,
refine me to be
That daughter of God whose
potential He sees.
Every pain, each trial,
experience, and story is given
To help me rise up,
repent, and start living
The life and path He
desires me to take;
All that happens is for my
good, for my sake.
And I have to exercise
faith and hope in what comes
Believing all that happens
is part of many blessings unknown.
By Melinda Taylor
November 2014
1 comment:
I LOVE this poem, Mindy. It is beautifully written and beautifully expressive. Thank you for sharing it.
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