Trusting - Poetry

Be silent, in His presence by day.
Seeking, knowing, living His way,

Be still, he does so naturally.
Resting, safely so trustingly.

He purrs - there is matter-of-fact,
One, Who's forever- so eternally-
Sovereign.

He accepts, without a doubt.
Child-like faith, we find so difficult.
To believe One lives within - throughout.

Easier it is to bow before a stone,
Than for us to trust in God alone.

Images carved in drifter's wood,
Tangibly beheld and understood.

But when - our hope, in it, relies.
Worshipping, pleading, "Hear my cries."

Idols are silent, stiff, unmoved.
Powerless to do what's behoved.

Will we ever face the truth?
That One God intervenes.
Witnesses tell all they've seen.
To Him they chase and boldly go,
By name and strand, details- He knows,
Even so,
He washes souls as white as snow,
Therefore,
Forever, in heart, I am betrothed!