Our knowledge grew but wisdom knew

a massive pile of leaves.

Wind kicked them high.  We watched them fly

on God's stiff autumn breeze.

Without a care they danced up there.

If each one was a letter,

they'd flock like birds creating words

while God puts them together.

If words were formed would hearts be warmed

or ruin all our plans?

Are we so smart we'd fall apart

and then make our demands?

Oh, have not we, humility

and other Godly traits?

Please give us peace as burdens cease -

for patience always waits.

Not one's shoving.  Leaves are loving.

They begin this phrase.

"Your disbelief in every leaf

cannot give God the praise!"

Yes, it'd be weird if words appeared

and we'd not have to guess.

But notice there, a simple prayer

that goes something like this:

"Savior Jesus, please don't give us

everything we want.

This world brings so many things -

those things we only flaunt.

So we'll be true to only You

and have no other 'gods'.

Then You may ease our temper please,

so we won't be at odds."

If we can't learn and can't discern,

restrain us then in fetters.

Please underline, bold font is fine -

and then enlarge the letters.

Our knowledge grows - but wisdom knows

a massive pile of leaves.

Wind kicks them high.  We watch them fly

on God's stiff autumn breeze.

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