By Alan Martin
Do we marvel at the power of Jesus
Are we awed by His authority
When we're crippled by those things that please us
While He took up our infirmity
Do we gasp when the waves cease their roaring
Left stunned by the quieted sea
Like the unfinished timid disciples
Confused by such pure majesty
Are we not left numb with this question
What's the difference between ourselves and He
If we have the same consolation
Then why not the same power we see?
The honest heart craves a true answer
Not satisfied by man-made lies
That cover our spiritual cancer
While faith and hope in many dies
In brokenness and true confession
Came forth that faint heavenly voice
The answer to your groaning question
Is simply a matter of choice
He chose to believe only My word
He never acted on His own
He waited till My voice He had heard
He fully acknowledged My throne
When you learn to submit as My Son did
My power will be seen in you too
The demons will begin their trembling
When they first see the trembling in you