I fell into a financial crisis
It left me very concerned
That my house and all I own
Would be gone
I prayed and I prayed
I petitioned our Lord
For the money needed
To save my lot
I had just about given up
Resigned myself to "whatever"
When the money I so needed
Came through on the 11th hour
I can't take credit for my heroics
I felt quite helpless in my woes
I knew I couldn't pay the piper
And foreclosure was drawing close
I had no choice but to stop
To stop hoping and let it go
It was the 11th hour
There was little hope
Sometimes we have to hit bottom
To fully see and understand
That our hopes are only realized
Through HIS hand
Nothing we do or say
Will add quality to our life
Except accepting Jesus
And God's will...Amen
He brought me out of my crisis
At the last minute...the 11th hour
He taught me a valuable lesson
A house I should not covet
Covet His love
Covet His wisdom
Covet all He has to give
He brings life
He brings peace
He will provide
Psalms 50:10
"For every beast of the forest
is mine (God's) and the cattle
upon a thousand hills."
Poem © by Mary Silva
February, 2006
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