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Nov 17
Who am I to question Your ways?
I am nothing but a passing wind,
easily lost in worry,
easily tangled by my weak flesh,
and easily deceived by the enemy’s lies.
But then, You drew near to me with gentle cords,
with bands of love, speaking tenderly.
A love that lasts for eternity,
the only love that never fails.

For a while, I linger here,
groaning and being burdened,
in a place, I do not understand,
a place full of uncertainties,
wrestling with battles,
finally surrendering.
Sins entangled, I’ve learned to confess—
I am a sinner, and You are the Holy One,
seated on Your throne, yet mindful of me.

A good Father, who gave His Only Son,
to lie in a manger,
then be crowned with thorns on a cross,
once wrapped in swaddling cloth,
then laid in a linen shroud in the tomb,
once surrounded by shepherds,
then wreathed by soldiers.
Once celebrated by wise men,
then obscured by the crowd.

These stories, I often forget,
when discouragement arises,
when I am full of pride,
and when things seem better.

And yet, Your Word is a light to my path,
rebuking my pride,
lifting me when I fall.
Your story does not end in defeat—
He rose again, the only One who conquered death,
redeeming all dying hopes,
giving new life—
filled with forgiveness, hope, and joy.
The life that can only be found
in the name of Jesus.

Who am I, to meet You at the corner,
to write the stories You redeem,
sprinkling hope and abounding grace?
The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
Every morning is filled with hope,
for You are good at doing new things,
making a way in the wilderness,
and streams in the wasteland.

So I have more reason to praise,
to bless Your Holy Name,
for You never made a promise You don’t honor—
Beautiful promises I should hold unto:
Plans to prosper, not to harm,  
to bring a future that is calm and warm.  
You will restore the broken years,  
the locust's theft, the pain, the tears.  
No shame will rise, no fear will bind;  
in Your great grace, my soul will find.  

And now I know that all things
work together for good to those who love You,
those who are called according to Your purpose.
Written by
Merrelya
18
 
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