ARE YOU SEEKING ADVICE?
In a multitude of counselors – there supposedly is safety,
But there are some exceptions – that all of us should see.
If I’m picking and choosing – until I’ve found one I like,
If that’s what I’m doing – I’m trusting in my own insight.
Many walk in the darkness – so their sins won’t be seen.
They like if men tell them – things are not as they seem.
They may have conviction – for not forgiving someone.
Now they’ll seek counsel – asking what should be done.
Should I go here and there – am I really seeking advice?
Or for a man to tell me – holding on to grudges is right.
For if I know all the answers – I seek someone to agree,
If he’s against my opinion – he’s not the one that I need.
If we’re seeking for advice – are we wanting an opinion?
We can buy them anywhere – for about a dime a dozen.
If Father tells me what to do – am I needing your advice,
If I need a second opinion – my carnal mind hasn’t died.
If we’re not hearing Father – seeking counselors is wise,
But we need a wise counselor – one that doesn’t tell lies.
The best one I have found – is our Heavenly Counselor.
Our telephone to heaven – can you hear me my brother?
What we need to be taught – isn’t what you might think.
We must learn to hear God – or we can be easily jinxed.
I was jinxed by the teachers – who had it all figured out.
I couldn’t think for myself – and I was told not to doubt..
I have only one thing to say – if you are seeking advice,
Learn to hear God yourself – or you will hear many lies.
I believed God could speak – but He never spoke to ME.
If that’s what you’re saying – may I say you’re deceived?
I recognize my wife’s voice – we’re together all the time,
It’s the same with our Father – and I know He isn’t blind.
If practice makes perfect – we can practice hearing Him.
I really knew He could speak – and I practiced listening.
Every day I heard more – and I loved our time together.
Some times I would know – I was disciplined by Father.
This word I didn’t like – I was in the Father’s woodshed,
There were times I would think – I’d be ending up dead.
A son without discipline – we all know what he’s called.
So I rejoiced in the woodshed – Father disciplines us all.
I know you may not believe – I spent years in that shed,
But I rejoiced just to know – I was raised from the dead.
I heard Him speak one day – after leaving some market.
Father told me “you are mine” – and I’m thankful for it.
It was only me in my car – but I suddenly wasn’t alone.
Call me a nut if you like – it’s much better than a phone.
ARE YOU SEEKING ADVICE? [Marty] ID 68-1 ~ POEM Page 0068