I look and see a helpless child,

who's weak and insecure.

God sees a mighty saint of God,

with faith that's strong and sure.

I see a mountain in my path,

too high, too wide to span.

God sees the tunnel going through,

according to His plan.

I see the failures in my life,

that all the world can see.

God sees my failures turned to gain,

my loss to victory.

I see the wild and stormy seas,

with waves that crash and roar.

God see the lighthouse guiding me

in safety to God's shore.

I see small puzzle pieces

of life's picture that I face.

God sees the final masterpiece,

with each small piece in place.

 

Although my earth-dimmed eyes can't see

the plan God has for me,

I know He'll help me to be strong,

and win the victory!

Betty Jo Mings

bmings@netzero.net

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