Elijah

The questions that You ask, O Lord,
Are hard because they bear a load
Of freight – supplies to stock the fort;
Resources to complete Your work.

I ask for cash, You smile and ask
A question, which presents a task
You wish me to address, I see –
For when I do, I’ll richer be.

First question – “What ’cha doing here?”
Just like Elijah – he could hear
Your presence in Your quiet word;
I too your question understood.

Then, “Go and fix relationships;
They’re precious – take the time to fix
Before you come again to give,
Or sacrificial giving live.”

And then, “Your Bible, in the Greek,
Tell me (a piece I still must seek),
DIKAIOMA – that’s singular?
If so, it’s quite peculiar.”

First question went right by my head;
The second, to my pathway led;
But third confronted with Your word,
For Greek I barely understood.

So here I am on week’s first day;
It’s through his words I hear You say,
“Stu, listen up – walk out each word;
Don’t let it build, act as it’s heard.

“For he’s my chosen coconut;
So act, don’t let to My ways build up;
You’ll be okay, I heard your heart;
Just let it go, I’ll do My part.

“If you will do My “this and that”,
Give room for satisfaction’s cat,
I’ll walk you through this valley floor,
And shadow-lands will reign no more.”

Lord, question one I under-stand;
The Apple tree lies right at hand;
Okay – I’ll take up learning Greek;
New Glossop – lived out here – this week.

One hundred years tomorrow, Lord,
A Homestead they could not afford
You gave to them – a way to squeeze,
A legacy of land to leave.

Your ways, O Lord, exceed our sight,
Yet here on earth You shed Your light,
That we might walk ahead in You,
And by such acts Your bidding do.

Help me to walk this week by faith;
Help me each piece of guidance take;
Help me abide in You above;
Each action here expressing love.

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