Echoes of Provision #1618

Echoes of Divine Provision When we trust in God's guiding hand, We see through human threads, His wisdom grand. In still hearts, tender mercy we trace, Embraced or dismissed, a glimpse of grace. "You have profaned me," cries Ezekiel's plea, Bartering sacred for barley and bread, Killing souls meant to live, sparing those who should be dead, Truth lost in lies, a lament across history's sea. Yet, a boy with five loaves and two fish, In scarcity, faith's simple wish. What are these among so many, they cry, But faith turns humble offerings to a sky-high. Fragments gathered, twelve baskets full, From five loaves, faith's miracle, Grace unspent, mercy unbound, In the aftermath, divine love found. God's silence is not absence, but ground, Where hope and faith quietly abound. In trust, our hearts align, Seeing His truth, souls intertwine. God is in silence, raising hope and faith, In this quiet, we find His gentle trace. Alive with trust, vision clear, In echoes of provision, we draw near. -Steven G. Lee (June 3, 2024)