Faith doesn’t get you through the storm
No, it does not!
Faith does not make the fiery trial
Any less hot!
Faith does not heal a loved one,
As a matter of fact, faith can’t!
Faith cannot even restore
A shattered romance.
Faith does not pay the bills
When the money is lacking
And it certainly doesn’t keep a train on track
When the train is not tracking.
Faith does not bring back a precious saint
When the grim reaper calls
And it surely doesn’t fill the gas tank
When the motor engine stalls.
Why did that airliner full of missionaries
Suddenly crash to the ground?
And why when they needed God
He appeared not to be around?
Clearly faith didn’t turn things around
For that plane burrowed into the ground
And the screams and the prayers went unheard
All the time it was going down.
Faith didn’t bring the miracle
That for long years some had sought
Though with tear-stained face and bruised knees
They prayed and were not distraught.
They believed every time
And they kept on beseeching God
But the evidence showed, and starkly so,
They never received that for which they called.
Though they had faith
And they never lacked,
Their request was not forthcoming
But was like a letter sent back.
So, what is this faith
That so many elaborate about?
This faith, that pleases God,
And the born-again cannot live without?
It is the faith that speaks to:
Who is in the boat
When the storms of life assail us
And we struggle to stay afloat.
It is the faith that we hold to
And increasingly convert to trust
When all around us is falling apart
Amidst the confusion and fuss.
It is the faith that resolutely says
I know the Saviour is with me
And with trust in him I will march forward
Irrespective of what circumstances be.
His strength for my weakness!
His perfection for my every flaw!
Faith in the Spirit of the Living Word
And not the letter of the Law.
Faith in his every admonition!
Faith to walk the blood-stained way!
Faith to crucify the flesh and the world
And to walk with Jesus till my dying day.
Faith to traverse the valley of death
With an assured and calm repose
And faith in the knowledge of being a conqueror
Over death, my final foe.
Faith to know that when I open my eyes
After they close in death
I will behold my precious Saviour, Jesus,
And my eternal rest.
I will behold his nailed pierced hands
And know for a surety,
It wasn’t just faith that brought me through
But trusting the Almighty.
Faith doesn’t get you through the storm
No, it does not!
Faith does not make the fiery trial
Any less hot!
Faith is knowing
Jesus is with you in your boat
And he will be always with you
Whether it sails or float.
Stewart Russell © October 25, 2022
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