But They Know, They Know!
I sit and watch someone so dear
Who once had claimed the Narrow Way.
I see them let the Tempter play
And slowly all their longings sway.
They say they have nothing to fear;
They justify the wrong to right.
They go on until they no longer steer
Away from wrong – they run to it on sight.
First, they justified one step to lead
Towards the Devil’s sinful cord,
Delighting; then they leave their Sword
And soon they’re running from the LORD.
What had been planted with one deed
Has grown beyond what they could tell.
With backs to God, they their sin feed
And laugh as they, their souls do sell.
“But they know the truth!” my heart cries.
“They know their actions are vile sin!
How can they turn their backs on Him?
Filling their days, sinning again?
Do they not crack, as their soul dries?
Does not their burden grow each day?
Do they not cringe at new sin ties?
They know, they know! the Truth; the Way!
And then I look upon myself.
I too know the Truth and the Way.
But do I live from day to day
By God’s Word and let come what may;
Does His great love in me abound?
Are His words often on my lips?
Do my hands do His work when found?
Do I repent when my foot slips?
Because, I know, I know! as do they,
Of this powerful, righteous King.
Of Whose great might, this earth doth ring,
This Creator of everything.
Now on my knees, what can I say?
“God, be merciful unto me!
And for my friend, LORD, I do pray,
Save! If Thy will, it will also be!”
My heart still aches for that person dear.
Often, I will repeat my prayer.
Often will they be in my care –
Only in mind – but they will stay there.
It’s true, sometimes I do quite fear,
Their end will be flames and burning.
Thank God, I can trust Him when I hear,
Them loud their Creator spurning.
I trust Him; He knows; His will is best.
I trust Him when my heart is broke.
I trust Him with my heavy yoke.
Even when sorrow, with tears I soak.
With prayers, I’ll leave to Him the rest.
He knows so much better than I!
“I trust you, LORD. Strengthen me, lest
My faith grow weak and my prayers die!”
This poem was written, describing the ache and turmoil in watching those we hold dear turn away from the LORD they once claimed to follow, as well as a reflection on “but for the grace of God, there go I”.
To the KING be all the glory!
Lovely, and beautifully put!
Thank you. :)
I love it! You are a very good poet.
Wow Rebekah, you are a very good poem!
Sorry, I mean poet(;
Thank you, dear! Miss you! :)