I am secure
based on Who it is who holds
and not on what I do
to try to hold onto
Though nothing around me
may be in perfect symmetry,
the fact that God is
in it with me
convinces me that He still thinks
beauty can be a part of the story.
Has God ever done something small enough
for mankind to fully see?
I ask you to think about His greatness and
take a moment to wonder
how we could have grown so familiar with
One whom we can gain no measure of
nor remove even one unit of mystery from.
Consider this, and take a pause to let it sink
into a deeper place than you usually let your heart
Anything that bears the Name of our Mighty, Earth-Shaking Creator
we can only absorb in portions.
Like the servings given to us,
one at a time, when we attend a grand feast
are those things which God prepares
for those who move
and breathe upon His earth.
His abundance always exceeds what we could
and yet God does not limit the selection.
Rather, He begs us to let all this excess that we cannot manipulate in some way
point us beyond ourselves
and what works for us
to the One for whom we were meant to work
and ever bring delight.
I’ve felt so bored most of my life:
locked into rooms I did not wish to occupy,
yet kept there by Your hand.
Oh, how harsh I understood Your grace to be!
It seemed as though You had cornered me,
forcing me to recognize there was no way out;
everything seemed to point out the soul-paralyzing reality
that my hope would never outlast my need.
With terror to interpret my every thought of future things,
I made plans intent on salvaging the life
I believed I should not be losing.
One thing I wanted–
without consideration of what could be gained at Your hand–
The Normal Life.
I perceived victory as holding onto this right and resented
anything that looked like Your attempt to mangle my exercise of it.
Yet empathy arose from Your heart and yearned over me.
You would not let go of me
though I wanted everything
Somehow You understood
that I did not understand a thing.
So You took me by the hand,
like the child
You knew I was
and took the time I needed
to point out every example of Your protective care
that I missed when all I could hear
was, “God might not be good,
so you best not trust Him.”
Security is a blanket
laid upon me with the gentleness
of the Father’s touch.
He clothes me with the safety
of His presence
and comforts me with the warmth
of His love.
I learn that I can rest beneath
the weight of the divine covering
it is His glory