We watch for the rain when the dark clouds appear,
But miss God whispering, “My presence is near.”
We check out the weather, the storm and the skies,
Yet skip over truths that are right before our eyes.
Some people love comfort. They don’t want to change.
They cling to their patterns, though heavy and strange.
The truth feels unsettling, too sharp and too free,
So they cover their eyes and say, “That’s not for me.”
We strain at the gnat and a camel we chew,
We fuss over little and miss what is true.
A speck in our neighbor looks bigger than tall,
But beams in our own eyes, we don’t see at all.
The Magi saw a star and they followed with care.
Balaam was angry at his donkey standing there.
The signs were around them, as plain as could be,
But one chose to listen, the other to flee.
False signs can trick us. Yes, they lead us astray,
Like wolves dressed as sheep hunting for prey.
Measure each wonder by Scripture’s true light,
For lies wear a costume that looks rather right.
Lift up your eyes when the signs come into view.
Don’t harden your heart. Let God’s Spirit renew.
The choice is before us—to either follow or stay,
To see or ignore what he would show us today.
So pray for God’s wisdom, for eyes that are clear,
To notice the signs when his message is near.
For writing and living, his truth is the key—
The signs point to Jesus, for all who will see.
