Worn out by the world
A weary servant of Heaven waits
Patience stretched by perseverance and stretched even more
Obedience as a cloak wrapped about on a cold desert night,
Many things done, many words spoken
Mostly fallen upon stubborn, deaf ears
Eyes that do not see clearly
The thick mist and fog of this world,
Breath of evil wafts about
Darkness agitating human nature, often the driving force.
Mouths speak what pure hearts are full of,
But who listens?
How many less even seek to understand,
Sadly, amongst the true believers
Few have learned to hear Messiah’s Spirit
Discerning His Voice within;
Some are trained, discipled to perceive in wisdom
Yet. perception as reality in many, a light fog at best.
To the one who trusts as Elijah
Food, water and clothing,
Always the daily bread and God’s purpose at hand;
His Lord who cares more deeply
Powerful love wraps about the tired shoulders
And keeps the heart very warm.
Tender angels send ravens with bread
Warrior angels keep the nearby stream flowing with clean, cool water.