Faith - Oppressor's Loss; Christ's Gain

Faith - Oppressor’s Loss; Christ’s Gain
Written May 3, 2009 by Cherry Bieber

Winter oft, with cold cruel hand, strikes a wintry blow
Pouring out in blinding form, icy depths of snow
Man and beast seek shelter warm, though some fare not so well
When the storm is spent and calm sets in, the damage takes time to tell
Mouths form the words, the question, sometimes with fists held high
But silence is the answer and man accepts this by and by

The storms of man are different; a colder, crueler hand
He claims to be the sovereign, too blind to understand
Oppression plays the master, demanding all give way
He shouts amidst the weeping, “Where is your God this day?”
Doubt creeps in through suffering, invading every thought
A poison infiltrating, marring truth, in lies they’re caught
“Where is this God you worship? Let Him save you if He can.
Where is this Mighty Saviour? Wake up fools, I’m the man!”
The accuser shouts and revels as despair sinks subtly in
Rejoicing as he sees faith in God now wearing thin

But as the sprouts of early spring glean from winter’s wrath
Wisdom finds her richest soil along oppression’s path
There will always be the faithful whose hearts alone can bear
The hatred of a wicked man yet Love go on to share
For wisdom is his leader and he keeps his eyes on high
Knowing Truth will reign again when the Master splits the sky