Me:  Prodigal, wait up you are walking too fast!

 

Prodigal:  Sorry just ready to get there!  I have been waiting a lot and I am getting inpatient.

 

Me:  I know, here lets just take a break and I will share a poem with you.

 

Ruth Morgan wrote this poem.

 

Sometimes I’m sad.  I know not why

My heart is sore and distressed;

It seems the burdens of this world

Have settled on my heart.

And yet I know…I know that God

Who doeth all things right

Will lead me thus to understand

To walk by FAITH….not SIGHT.

And though I may not see the way

He’s planned for me to go…

That way seems dark to me just now

But oh, I’m sure He knows!

Today He guides my feeble step

Tomorrow’s in His right…

He has asked me to never fear…

But walk by FAITH…not SIGHT.

Some day the mists will roll away,

The sun will shine again.

I’ll see the beauty in the flowers

I’ll hear the bird’s refrain.

And then I’ll know my Father’s hand

Has led the way to light

Because I placed my hands in His

And walked by FAITH…not SIGHT

 

For we walk by faith, not by sight.

2 Corinthians 5:7

 

Jennifer Van Allen

 

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org