The Blessedness of Not Knowing
The blessedness of not knowing
Would never have crossed my mind
As something incredibly desirable
Or even a blessing.
I like to know
I want to see
I feel safe with control.
But when all my supports disappear
And I find myself grasping at straws
Desperate for a rock to cling to
(Forget trying to stand),
I find great peace and freedom
In simply trusting my God
And relinquishing control,
Letting go of the need to know.
I cannot see tomorrow;
I cannot even see this afternoon
(Forget my whole future!)
Instead, I am learning to trust,
To simply trust God to show me the next step
Neither too soon, nor too late,
But in His perfect timing.
It is hard. I want to see.
But my only hope is in trusting my Rock,
In surrendering my all to Him
In not trying to second-guess
But laying aside speculation
And asking Him for the grace
To be satisfied with my daily bread
And to follow my Shepherd
Like a gentle lamb,
My own desires laid aside.
Oh, how hard! I want…
But I want Jesus
I tire of complacency
I want reality
I want to know
And I find what I want, ironically,
Through the blessedness of not knowing.
My next project is choral, so I need lyrics…lyrics…so I was looking through old poems to see if any of them could be adapted. Don’t know if I could make a song out of this one, but I like it. 🙂