Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Where is our praise

in times of warring
hearts against us?

Where is our peace
when praises lodge
in our throats like lumps
of leavened dough?

Where is our God
when we forget
to go to Him –
or worse –
when we do not believe
the Lord will hear?

Let us draw near to God
and pray anyway.

Let’s be expectant
with God’s Word
until each seed of faith
gives birth to praises
around the earth.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2015