Trust In The Lord 7/30

As a little girl I can remember feet stomping rhythmically Small wooden church at the top of an old country hill Dry red dirt dusting my pearly patent leather white shoes Fans on high-speed Bodies rocking Eyes rolled deep into the back of praying heads Tears streaming Wooden church pews sagging with the weight of expecting minds and burdened souls

“I will trust in the Lord. I will trust in the Lord. I will trust in the Lord until I die.”

Passionately sung with ease Confidently throwing hands in the air Yelling out “Yes, Lord” Convinced a young mind to believe that trusting in the Lord was an easy thing to do Surely trusting in the Lord must come as easy as breathing

“I’m going to treat everybody right. I’m going to treat everybody right. I’m going to treat everybody right until I die.”

Trusting in the Lord has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done When nothing of my vision was within sight No matter what I did nothing turned out right The light at the end of the tunnel was much further than it seemed When dreams begin to appear more like taunts Forced into chasing jobs I never thought I’d want Nothing is fun about a starving artist Most don’t die from hunger but rather crushed dreams and a broken heart When you’ve given your all yet nothing is happening And the Pastor keeping jumping and hollering Say neighbor, oh neighbor I have poured hundreds into 90 miracle prophecies that never materialized Cried through empty shows Heaven knows

“I’m going to stay on the battlefield. I’m going to stay on the battlefield. I’m going to stay on the battlefield until I die.”

Faith without works is dead Trying to find the balance between that and trust If to have faith without deeds is dead then what good does it do to have faith in fruitless deeds Pouring into talents for a thank you Stressing through let downs to make others happy Being praised for an art that hasn’t made a way Searching for the gift that was supposed to make room I was told not to sit on my gift that continues to take without return Still giving with a cheerful heart, removed from reluctance or compulsion

Simply seeking to fulfil my life purpose without dying unused first

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