The will of want can be a taunting whisper that distracts
And tugs us from the purpose of The Call
The will of God invites us to trust Him when fear attacks
Then make His purpose our all in all
Sometimes thought is reluctant to deploy, its joy exiled
The head hollow where heart is heavy-weighed
And we wish words would spill like laughter of a little
child
Instead, silence erects a barricade
But, if we have believed that He is able, by His might
We pray, then, humbly wait upon the Lord
Until He grants permission; it is by His grace we write
From Him, for Him, to Him, the gift of word
© Janet Martin