To describe him is an impossible task He is literally everything And yet so often We don’t even recognize him And I ask myself this… How can someone be “all” In every way imaginable But not be revered as such Are we that full of ourselves Consumed by the cosmos The one that He created That we choose to disregard him Without hesitation most days All because he doesn’t suit Our desirous and covetous needs I feel I fail miserably Right in the front of the One Who gave me my whole life What does that say about me What does that say about any of us?
* Just as I finished writing this piece this morning, and was reading it out loud to myself, a freak snow storm came out of nowhere, with snowflakes the size of my fists. I don’t even know how to describe the wave of emotions that washed over me in that moment. It was truly indescribable. God always is…
I must awaken from my slumber It seems a torturous spell has pulled me under And I wonder, can I escape this villainous curse? What on earth could really be worse? I’m either wasting time by making that choice Or blatantly choosing to sleep away my voice Neither sound very good to me Could someone please come and pull me free?
I am thankful for the life I have For I’ve been blessed beyond reason My creator has been with me Through every tumultuous season And that’s the only explanation For why I’m still here today Because without god in my life I know I never would have found my way