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DO YOU TRUST THE GIVER? revised
by Marijo Phelps What if the blind man said: "Don't , that mud smells yucky Get it away from me!" Jesus said, "It will make you well And help your blind eyes see." "Man, you are funny I've been blind since my birth And you're telling me That I can be cured by spittle and a little earth?" Jesus shrugged His shoulders And said, "Can't you see It's not the clay I put on your eyes But having faith and trust in Me?" And the blind man sat and grumbled Not wanting to open up to You As I pondered this little scene I recalled my resistance too.... You wanted me to give You my trust And I thought I did each day But we got to an area where I'd closed the door And You wanted to open the way "If He wants me to have IT, He'll have to give IT to me." But I was a blind one too Although my voice was saying the words, in my heart, I was locking the door on You. I have to be careful of the devil, you know Can't listen to what others say Then I started shutting out part of God's Word "I can't look at that today" Being the gentleman that You are You didn't get pushy with me But planted seeds all along the way That made me desirous to be free I went along my walk with You Sometimes uphill then down You let me cool my heels awhile Then started bringing me around Then one day I prayed to You Asked for help digging in Your Word But I couldn't remember the question I had And thought that was pretty absurd But You had this planned all along And were my guide on this discovery You went around back of that closed door To lead me to my recovery At first I wanted to prove MY point And thought the evidence was growing Now looking back, I have to smile At all the seeds You were sowing You took me straight into Your Word Way back to the ancient Greek Not into books that were pro or con You didn't even have me peek Nor did you send anyone to twist my arm I just wrestled there with You I'm sure glad You came back To help me follow through And Now I realize, You can't give to me When only my mouth says yes When I've closed my eyes and shut my ears And won't allow You to mightily bless Then I thought back to the blind man And how untrusting he would be If he'd said NO to your mud And chosen not to see Thank You for coming round again From behind my closed tight door And helping me yield to You And in faith trusting You more It wasn't the smell of the mud You used Nor really the gift You gave But once again my stubborn SELF And that little room I was trying to save Lord, I give ME all to You I can't believe how sweet the air Within that once closed part has become Since I yielded to Your entering there! My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |