Walking by Faith

"I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,

And in His word I do hope."

Psalm 130:5

"Walking by Faith" 

I walk among the fields of time, seemingly alone. 

My hand brushes the tall stocks of wheat--I feel blood trickling down my finger. 

I look down and cry in despair as my foot scrapes against a stone. 

I stumble forward, only to slip in a muddy bog. 

I raise my head; tears streaming down my face. 

Sometimes, I hate this walk of faith. 

I vow not to rise but to sink beneath the bog. 

I care not that flies dive about my face. 

Neither do I wish to continue in this race. 

I lay my head upon my muddy hand and cry. 

Tears that I have never felt so easy, nor so free. 

The pain is within; even the tears cannot cure it. 

I seek to pray, but even then my words stray. 

I want to pray for change in my circumstances. 

The world in my heart and all around is full of turmoil. 

However, I know that God loves me. 

I am not a lonely sheep. 

The mud is temporary; but the fresh wheat eternal. 

I stumble to my feet but only fall back into the bog. 

My feelings are not strong enough to topple this stormy inward cloud. 

I feel strength only to take another step.
But will that be enough? 

I begin to panic; I begin to fear. 

What will happen the next step; will there be more tears? 

My heart sinks within me and yet in You I have hope. 

Teach my heart in the bog to sing Thy praise. 

And want Thee alone; not the things I crave. 

Be my all on this walk of faith. 

May Thy face be my reward. 

O, Lord, beckon thy eternal sword! 

Till you come, teach my heart in the pain that your love is stronger than the rain; 

Let my eyes see Thy purposes unfold. 

May my eyes alight with the beauty of that sight. 

May I laugh so all the world may see.

All my tears were simply a path to the joy of Thee. 

I walk by faith; I walk by faith; I walk by faith. 

May I never walk another way. 

Please help my sinking heart obey. 

You are my strength and hope You claim. 

Teach me what that means. 

Teach me what walking by faith brings. 

Change my heart to be satisfied with Thee. 

On this walk of faith, may not all dark be. 

Resurrect the seed of my heart

And let not the brokenness claim the last word. 

On this walk of faith, turn my eyes. 

Turn my eyes to Thee. 

I am standing in the bog; a presence is beside me. 

I feel a surge of hope. Yes, I am beaten--I see no outward change. 

But, my heart is being renewed day by day. 

It has started and I do not want to go back. 

Onward soul, through the field of time. 

At the end, is the physical presence of the Divine.