by Amy Tiare
“Do you trust me?”
The words flow in my mind
As I pause to question God
In the only spare moment I find
“Of course I trust you!”
I exclaim in great haste
Then leap to my feet
To the next assignment I race
“Do you trust me?”
The question comes yet again
When I pray for deliverance
And want to know when
“I already said I trust you!”
In frustration I reply
“But don’t you know I need some steps,
A recipe to live by?”
“Do you trust me?”
The Lord pleads in my ears
As I reach my very breaking point
And am overcome with tears
“I’m not sure that I trust you”
I quietly admit
Afraid of what He’ll think of me
Feeling that I’m unfit
“If you want to trust me,”
A gentle voice explains
“You need to stop and take a break
From life’s great hurricanes”
“I do want to trust you”
I cry out in my heart
“I just don’t know how to do it
I’m afraid I’ll fall apart”
“Do you trust me?”
A quiet voice entreats
His hands reach out to take my own
He brings me to my feet
“I think I can trust you”
I look into His eyes
“I don’t know how to do this
But I really want to try”
“You do trust me”
He hugs me while He smiles
Then slowly walks me through my life
And helps me with my trials
“Yes, I trust you”
I sigh in great relief
“You took my hands and filled my soul
You helped my unbelief”