My Manna in the Desert

My manna in the desert is a word or two that rhyme.

Each given in the morning as I give his due of time.

A sacrifice of sleeping, for the Lord’s eternal rest.

By giving him the morning, I am giving him the best.

The listening is crucial to the words I pen each day.

It’s how I know His Sacred voice and what I should obey.

It comes in conversation as I open up His word,

And comes again tomorrow if I act on what I’ve heard.

But if I turn a deafened ear when e’re He speaks to me

Before too long the claim will be, He never speaks to me.

Obedience will clear the way and open up the door

To hear His voice in many ways and hear it more and more.

The days of yesteryear are gone when twilight made us still.

When all was calm and quiet with our thoughts alone until

The dawn would come afresh and new beginning once again

The time to wake and so begin our work with other men.

But in that time when all was still the mind could turn to God

And listen for His voice to hear His loving gentle prod.

Amid the busyness today His voice is rarely heard.

It’s hard to do His will if we can’t recognize a word.

It takes a bit of work these days to set aside the time

To gather in our thoughts a bit and Heavenward to climb.

He speaks in many varied ways throughout our everyday.

In quiet best, He speaks to those who listen and obey.

His voice is one that calls to stretch and leave our comfort zone.

To feed the poor, to tend the sick, and visit those alone.

To discipline our earthly flesh, serve idols nevermore.

To offer Him our very best, and see His love outpour.

There’s none without the ears or heart to hear his voice each day

If they but take the time to sit, in quiet, and to pray.

But don’t expect a word to hear without intent to do

For if you choose to not obey, why should He speak to you?