What Miracle? Poem by Quame Boatmann

What height of miracle
What depth of divine displays
Would give man
Eternal trust in God?

The Arbiter talked to me face to face
He gave me all that I desire
My body saw no corruption
I lived with fierce beasts of the field
And was made the king of my abode
I had no power but authority
Joy was my friend
I never lacked, I never worried
Yet I gave my trust to an animal

What depth of divine displays
Could guarantee my rectitude
For fire came down from heaven
To devour my enemies
The Nile fought them for my sake
The sun, the moon and the stars
Stood by side against my oppressors
And they perished by their own swords

The sea parted like curtain, for my redemption
The sky gave me bread
Whiles I walked on dry desert
The stones gave me water,
Bitter water made sweet
Strong winds from the east gave me meat
Still, I reviled the LORD

Do I need miracles to believe in God?
Certainly not!
For display of awe,
Ne'er guaranteed holiness
What wonder the LORD not wrought,
in the wilderness
Among the sons of Jacob?
Pillar of cloud that guards the day
And cloud of fire that guards the night

I don't need a miracle
to believe in God!
I'll live by His standards
That is my LORD'S desire
He is Holy and holy I must be
He delights in the obedient
And to obey I must

I prayed for the spirit of Caleb and Joshua
That I may hold firm your ordinances
But you gave me your very own Spirit
That I will trust and not be afraid

Your word transforms and renews
And now I don't need a miracle
To obey you
I would rather trust and obey
For my miracles
So Lord, make me obey!