The dark cloud of trial
looms large overhead
again
I know the signs
I want to circle my wagons
okay–my wagon
my heart says it’ll be hard
my enemy whispers, “He’s left you”
everything in me
wants to circle the drain of my past
shouting, “alone! I’m alone!”
But God–
Your patient hand steering me,
through perilous forests of loss and
seemingly endless quagmire of sorrow,
has taught me:
I am not alone
I am never alone
I was never alone
I will never be alone
this young lion remembers
But the winds of adversity still blow
there’s still more in my heart
You’d have me know
my adversary whispers in my questions
“this will be hard,
you will suffer loss”
everything in broken me wants to cut bait
jump ship
throw out the baby with the bath water
move into crisis mode
find a solution
on come my plans
contingency plans
plans for protection
plans for the future
plans to stay busy
but not Your plans
You say, “Lift your head, sweet child
I have plans for you
good plans
future plans
hope-filled plans”
I don’t need more of my plans
I need faith
to believe Your plans
I must stand
doing all to stand
just stand
just wait
just be
He’s coming
He’s watching
He sees
He knows
It’s Him willing and doing
for His good pleasure
I am His
I am accepted
I am beloved
I am adopted
I am under the blood
this young lion rests
Rooted and Grounded 