I keep on looking for God everywhere
Look! If I go east, He isn’t there! If I go to the west, I don’t perceive Him. …
Job 23:8

And the funny thing is each time I get hold of Him.
He tells me the same thing
The exact words He told Israelites before the Red Sea,
Be still and know my Victory.
When I look behind Pharaoh’s close, so close that I feel shaken
When I look at the sea before me,
It’s hard to tell if my swimming skills will save me from the teeth of the sharks
And the truth is am not Jonah,
Am actually John,
Am John Articles and so if the shark swallows me I’ll definitely get digested.
But still,
His still small voice keeps on saying Be still and see my victory
How I wish my feet were steeled,
Maybe I’d stand still for God to steal my fears away
But here I am

Supposed I cross the sea by His mighty hand -Will the desert spare me?
Where is my Moses?
Or am I my own Moses, not eloquent of speech?
I am told that He is mysterious and I surely believe it
All I hold onto is the promise,
A land of Milk and Honey
He’s not a man, He cannot lie.
So I’ll obey His still small voice for Him steal my fears away and steel my feet to His victory.
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