With every fiber-thin page,

I saw Your faithfulness.
For years and years,
We complained,
And we turned away.
We snubbed up our noses,
Putting all of our
Trust in our flesh,
And taking your blessings
Like a spoiled child
Hurling a toy
He didn’t ask for—
Let me hold a crumb
Of bread, and smile,
Knowing my Father
Always offers provision
And shelter--
It is I who witholds my
Gratitude because
I cannot see His plan,
Always and forever, greater.