Still.. Poem by Sharon Smith

Understanding..
how it renders one still
To see the famine brought upon some
To be asked..'Isn't that terrible? '
Only..I know it is done according to Your Word
'What kind of a God would allow this? '..they ask..
Rendering me still..
as they speak of You with no understanding..
they see not Your ways
My soul feels the urge to defend You..cast down their words
Yet my heart knows that their words are from a pained heart..
a pain lacking Divine understanding
Rendering me still
It is written..Your Will..to send famine
You have shown my very eyes the reasons..
and my heart stands by You with understanding..
Rendering me still

Few are the words of those with understanding
slow they are to judge..
Rendering the soul still..