Through the Gate

Sometimes it seems when all is done,

I'm outside the gate and looking in.

The questions loom,

my trust is weak,

the heart wanes faint and still.

If I could see more clearly

Lord,

I know I would not doubt you then. 

But faith can't grow

if all is seen

and understood right now.

So by the gate I watch and wait

for Him to turn and let me in.

 Questions remain,

weak trust can grow,

My heart will quicken then.

He makes no gate that will not be

a place to rest and seek His will

the questions key

unlocks His love

and our hearts gentled see.

 

karen helmes