How could they not trust, it’s easy to ask
We are quick to point and to blame
But if we allow ourselves to be humbly honest,
Remove our comfort, and we do the same.
It almost seems cruel, the Lords’ response
To the honest cries of His sheep
To send deadly serpents to hear their complaints
The price they paid seems too steep
But we see His heart, the heart of a Father
Accused of not loving His child
It’s easy to see how their accusations
His righteous anger had riled
He loves His children, provides for their needs
And knows that to trust Him means living
It’s not just about opening our hands
To receive all the gifts that He’s giving.
To look toward God in accusing distrust
Means living already in death
Denying the One in whose image we’re made
The one who within us gave breath.
It wasn’t that God sent serpents to kill
And that is the end of the story
The serpents revealed they were dying already
And to live meant returning to give Glory.
words from wick 