HIDDEN BLESSINGS

When things don’t go our way

And there’s perceived stumbling blocks,

It’s time to stop and to reflect

And to listen when God knocks.

What’s the point of having it all

But when we stand on judgement day,

And our name is not written in the Book of Life

Where only eternity remains?

Because if our name is not registered

We could only wish we had a chance,

To return to earth as a beggar

But in eternity to dance.

It wouldn’t make much sense

If we pretend to have everything,

But deep down there’s insecurities

With the heartache this does bring.

But when it’s God-ordained

And our circumstances change,

It’s only by His mercy

So that we cry upon His name.

When we call upon the Lord

He listens with intent,

And welcomes us with open arms

When we sincerely do repent.

When everything is sweet

We may forget that God is there,

Because we’re so absorbed in our happiness

And all the worldly cares.

But the cares of the world

Can lead to much idolatry,

When we’re focused on ourselves

Rather than where God wants us to be.

It is His actual grace

And it is His hidden blessing,

When He interrupts our plans

As we need to learn some lessons.

Because when somebody cares…

Our plans they’ll interrupt;

When the path is to destroy us

Hence from destruction lift us up.

When we stand on that day

It will not really matter,

Whether we climbed corporate ladders

But rather if we helped to make lives better.

It’s better to have trusted

In God’s provision and His plan,

Where all trials we would overcome

Rather than get what we demand.

Because it is the hidden blessings

That protect us with much care,

And although they may frustrate our plans

God’s hand is always there.

It’s best to have less

But when we stand on judgement day,

That our name is sealed and stamped

With eternal life, we pray.

“And anyone not found written in the Book of Life was cast into the lake of fire.” Revelation 20:15

“But there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate, desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died and was buried. And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am tormented in this flame.'” Luke 16:20-24