"Trial's Cry"

Job

"How I long for the months gone by,

for the days when God watched over me."

(Job 29:2)

Oh, how we long for yesterday, when in the midst of the test and

 trial; we cry for the days of yore

If we could only go back to when the Lord was close, the tears

 were dry, and the pain was no more

The test is a desert so hot and dry, loneliness is our companion

 and a stillness of the hovering heavens

It's a place where we come face to face with our inner being, a

 loudness of our own soul that deafens

Questions plague us, mourning cloaks us, depression seeks to

 overtake us, but our faith offers rebuttal

For every "Why?" our faith grabs hands with our soul and

spirit, and together they form a holy huddle  

It's a war against the flesh so bleeding and torn, seeking to rob

 our belief that Almighty God's still there

Even though we can't feel Him, see Him, or touch Him, that faith

floods us like an epee in the throes of a dare

We thought we had lost it in the middle of pain and despair, but

the Word rises up in a fight to the finish

Our own hearts are surprised, when we have no proof that we'll

live, but the hope will not be diminished

The fire shut up in our bones comes to our rescue in times of

war, and it says, "You can only go this far!"

It seems to be the only voice from above that we're sure of, and

it blows in the winds, shoving aside the stars

As we moan in gasping breaths, that we wish we hadn't been

born, the Lord emerges with Lion-like force

He says, "Where were you when I formed the foundation of the

world?" and lists His power, as a matter of course

We're suddenly humbled in arrogance of stature, realizing we're

but "dust," and God's hand's in the matter

It's clear now that it all began with accusations from the cast out

one, the doomed for the Lake of Fire adder

After all, Job's trial lasted only nine months; to everything there

is a season, and a time to every purpose

When we belong to Jesus Christ, our trials are in His realm; we

were bought with His blood, and purchased

Perspective comes into view, and the desert seems to have an

oasis; and it's cancelling our desire for the past

The presence of the Lord has brought a new angle to this test,

and we are enlightened to a new forecast

The times on the wheel only make us stronger, if we hold tight to

the horns of the altar, and refuse the devil a bow

We should know the trial is always about our faith, our stand, our

trust in the Holy One, to whom we vowed

As Jacob wrestled with the angel and wouldn't let him go, so

fierce was the battle, disjointing his thigh

So we must love our Savior, our Lord, through every test and

every "Why," with trust as ever our "Trial's Cry."

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Pastor Kenneth Phillips

(A picture of the deepest Trust in the Lord)

PromiseLand Church, Austin, Texas

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