And the joy I find to sustain
My dusty soul in the storms.
How can a God who controls
The entire universe be contained
To the thin pages of an ancient book?
Give me faith.
I’ve been damned to crucifying
Doubt and discouragement for
Far too long.
And yet, is He contained?
The thin pages of an ancient book
Have stirred hearts to recklessly
Die for Someone unseen.
Souls have crossed mountains and valleys,
Defied powerful dictators and tribal leaders;
Seen miracles swell the seas and part the water,
Watched dying souls gain life in stale
Hospital walls.
The leaves on the trees die every year
And resurrect in the warmth of the sun;
The sky bursts with every color, and the
Rain produces rainbows of exploding promise.
The ground churns with hot lava
and lifts up our many wavering feet.
The planets careen around one another,
The planets careen around one another,
and yet we never collide.
Intricacies and strategies have never
Proven themselves sustained by
Spontaneity;
They must be structured by creativity,
And how can the world’s basis of creativity
Be a negative blank void that ruptured
Intricacies and strategies have never
Proven themselves sustained by
Spontaneity;
They must be structured by creativity,
And how can the world’s basis of creativity
Be a negative blank void that ruptured
into existence?
Unexplainable joy has been derived from
The evilest and bleakest circumstances;
Somehow the light of His hope shines
Brightest in the pitch-blackness.
He is before and within and withstanding all things.
Everything.
Every atom and molecule.
Every ringing laugh and gasping tear.
Every mother’s smile and lover’s embrace.
Despite the cheap advertisement of the world,
And despite the spiked heel of the king of
Darkness that crushes the beauty of humanity,
My God holds the spinning universe into place,
Unexplainable joy has been derived from
The evilest and bleakest circumstances;
Somehow the light of His hope shines
Brightest in the pitch-blackness.
He is before and within and withstanding all things.
Everything.
Every atom and molecule.
Every ringing laugh and gasping tear.
Every mother’s smile and lover’s embrace.
Despite the cheap advertisement of the world,
And despite the spiked heel of the king of
Darkness that crushes the beauty of humanity,
My God holds the spinning universe into place,
And one day, He will show His face.
We must only have faith.
My God, my Sustainer, my Savior, my only Purpose:
Give me faith.
12.17.18
