I pour out my complaint before Him. I declare before Him my trouble. Ps.142:2.

Go on your way through the wilderness….. 1 Kings 19:15.

My Complaints

No sooner ‘That’s not fair !’
or ‘Why poor me’?
invades my mind,
than there you are, Elijah !
For as you whined before the Lord,
itemised your woes,
felt let fall by your Beloved,
excusably, yes,
but seeing not the glory,
so have I.

Father, forgive the times
when I, unsighted,
failed to sense the coming glory.
because of present problems.
Father, ever jolt me, going forward
To embrace unseens,
things to come
in Your good purpose.