You Don’t

You don’t move every mountain,
Despite what some believe.
And sometimes, we’re left to swim,
When You choose not to part the sea.
It’s not because You can’t—
I know full well You can.
But in the moments when You don’t,
Could You remind me there’s a plan.

You don’t always heal the blind,
Not every Lazarus walks again.
Yet still, I know You’re good—
The proof is in Your hands.
You are the Creator,
I’m just a child of the fall.
Who am I to question why,
To the One who holds it all?

Who placed the mountains where they stand?
Who told the sea where to begin?
The trials rise like mighty waves,
And still, You call me friend.
But when we reach the summit’s height,
And gaze across the valley deep,
I’ll see why You don’t move every mountain—
Sometimes, instead, You move me.

So whether the mountain shifts or stays,
If I’m healed in this life or the next,
I’ll praise You with full abandon
And thank You for every test.
In the highlands or the low,
I won’t dwell on if You will or if You won’t.
I’ll trust that every trial whispers “I love you,”
And there’s never been a moment that You don’t.

-The Poet