Trusting No Matter What

Floods crashing, the people lashing,
People hurting, world crashing.
Trust Him when all else fails,
He will be there when all other bails.

Trusting when all becomes dust,
We must continue to trust.
We forget often times,
Amongst all the hate and crimes.

Though it was hard to trust long ago,
We in His death, have our salvation to show.
For we have put our faith things unseen,
But by His blood, we have been made clean.

Through the hurting and the pain,
We have lost our flesh, our soul to gain.
For though it hurts, we will stand,
We will go forth into this desolate land.

Pieces

Pieces I hold in my hand,
If all was lost like sand.
Alas, I know the healer,
He to new life is my revealer.

He puts the pieces together,
He calms the wayward weather.
I know not how they fit,
But He is the ruler of all of it.

Give Him the brokenness,
And He will straighten out the mess.
Do not hold them to yourself,
Do not place them back on the shelf.

Gather all the broken pieces,
Do not rely on the golden fleeces.
Let not your life in ashes remain,
But in the blood for our sins slain. 

-Wade Jinright