A Ruthless Trust Poem by Ogolla Enock

The ground quakes. The wind blows.
The sun scorches. The skies are gray.
Friends are far. Foes are near.
The heart is weary. But am still trusting.

Strength is failing. Things aren't working.
I too may stop. But not you. If you stop,
I'm down and done, gone without a crown.
I'm counting on you. Bring me not to shame.

I am a survivor, yielding I don't.
Forever I'll fight, not for vain glory
But for your power and glory.
Forever, I'll fight for thee.

I'll do what I must do.
But human arm and strength is limited
I'll do man. You do God's
Only then can life be effectual.

I'll build the ark and brave the wild.
I'll fish and toil all day and night
to fill the treasury- your treasury
With goodness- your goodness.

But only you can call the seas to order,
tell which side is best to cast the net,
Plant my feet on higher ground
and make my sacrifices complete

When the work is done, I'll let go and go
but not as a wreck with no crown
But as a victor worth of heaven.
Till then, I'm counting on you.