We look at our problems and wring our hands,
Forgetting the One who holds all the lands.
If he split the Red Sea with a wave of command,
Why doubt his provision, so mighty, so grand?
We pray for our food with a hurried “Amen,”
Then rush into life to be worried again.
But every last crumb, from beginning to end,
Is mercy from God, who is more than a friend.
The world shouts, “Believe in yourself. Take control.”
But self-made provision won’t satisfy your soul.
When God’s plan was east, Jonah fled to the west,
But a storm and a big fish made God’s will the best.
If we seek first his Kingdom, his will, and his ways,
God will supply our needs for all of our days.
Like manna that fell in the wilderness long ago,
He gives enough but not too much, you know.
When envy and jealousy hide what we should see,
We want what we shouldn’t and cry, “Woe is me.”
Contentment brings gain, Paul taught with a smile,
“Count your blessings, for that is always worthwhile.”
Although he suffered great losses and pain,
Job found God’s ways brought greater gain.
Though trials may linger and silence feels long,
God’s provision will finish with mercy and song.
So walk with the Lord. Let his promises stand.
His provision is ready, supplied by his hand.
When faith feels too small and your vision too dim,
Keep counting your blessings and trusting in him.
