This full of strife life leaves us
wondering how will it all Work out; left—right flying arrows, darts trying to
hit their mark; To release their poison into my heart, causing me to depart from
the foundation laid by the words planted deep within. Though there is war
without, there is peace; deeply rooted that has found a source that never runs
dry. A source that will stand the test, not one, not two, but whatever it takes
to see me through.
Now, we turn our eyes only to the
one, not as man that He should Lie. Someone we have no matter the storm, no
matter how worn, we know He will never leave our side. Let us not ask why, but what
do you want me to hear, which way do I go; not if! But how are you going to
bring Glory to Your Name. The story of Grace is written once more; worry falls
in the dirt and the darts are destroyed.
By: Robert Bell
Tags: Peace Love Strife
