Trust Me

What draws Me near a person?
And what moves Me away?
It depends on their behavior,
After they come to Me to pray.

Tell Me - how would it make you feel
If your friend needed you;
And they asked for your help,
But didn't believe you'd come through?

Every day, you remind them,
That you promise to be there;
Though they believe you're able,
They think you just don't care.

It hurts when I'm not trusted.
They pray, but are afraid;
They ask for help, but expect Me not
To fulfill promises I made.

This type of person moves Me away -
The doubter who expects the worst;
They dishonor Me, so I refuse to help,
Unless they repent first.

A person with a good attitude,
Who calls Me a trusted friend;
When they ask for help, and expect Me there,
Angels, I will send.

Only merry hearts, I'll draw near,
And ones with hearts that are broken;
But I'll hide My face from wavering faith.
I, the Lord, have spoken.


By Jennifer O'Connor