The context of the following poem is a story that I have frequently told my students over the years about how my fifth-born child came into the world. It is a story that is as close to a miracle as I personally have ever experienced. Now I encountered a new difficulty, my wife’s stroke, and drug my feet because I both feared and did not understand; I hesitated, but in God’s goodness I do not think it made any difference, though I will always be accused of neglect.
It doesn’t always work the same
This walk of faith we’re called to tread
No miracle this time did He
No sure answer to my prayer came
Provision came another way
To human interventions trust
Wisdom and prudence are the must
In all of this I had no sway
Now I am counted as the fool
I could not see just how He led
In fear from the solution fled
For my faith was a training tool
What are others to learn from this?
Do they trust God or their own schemes?
Surely for others there are themes
Their faith lessons they will not miss
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