Questioning God
How dare we deem to question our Master;
the one who created all there is;
questioning perfection; invites disaster;
the cattle on every hill, are his.
We look to ourselves to discover truth;
rather than One who’s always been;
ignoring the evidence; demanding proof;
questioning God; the ultimate sin.
We see the proof in the miracle of birth;
when a baby takes it first breath;
finding God’s beauty throughout the earth;
only God has conquered death.
Though most think, they will live forever;
God holds, in his hands, our destiny;
faith and love; bonds, we can’t sever;
none dare live life contemptuously.
Questioning God is the errand of a fool;
bringing contempt and laughter;
stubbornness is symbolic of the mule;
God is the door to the hereafter.
What kind of fools, have we become;
blindly thinking we’re in control;
life is a season that soon will succumb;
only God gives life to the soul.
He has numbered the hairs on every head;
and sees when the sparrows fall;
ironically; we trust ourselves, instead;
rather than the Lord of All.
Monty 2.11.26. # 3,179