'Suspended mid air, a maze of creation yet such an intricate design
Pausing on this morning walkabout... pondering life's handiwork of the Divine
From rugged wood stained bark to silk spun in the seam of... pine pillar trees
God's hand gifting every world with His brush.... coloring in each one's needs...
Sometimes when the day is done and I look back on desires of my heart and soul
I remind myself to be content for what is needed most ....God already knows
Like a picture perfect scene, He completes right down to winding vine~like frames,
that beetles nibbled till the lacy remnant of the heart shapes was all that remains
Such delicate undertakings in a day's work and play or before a night's through
We admire His canvas 'pon each sun up, The Master Architect o'er every meadow dream we drew
For every corner of creation has a purpose and what may seem bad at first... He turns it into good
Like when He chose to bear my sins, He made the way for me to care and before I never could.
I've walked these trails for some time looking through life's eyes, I listen for a voice soft and still
Even when I think there's nothing left to say or find... I'll hear, 'O. but there's so much more to tell...'
I did spot a pirouette of wing tipped treasures and they gently unveiled my eyes
To the wonderment of creation with His omnipresent speech that testifies...
And we are called to note His astounding workmanship in His light
We need not speed through time zones of 'do this'...'do that' and miss His magnificence and might...
I have to ask why I've been shown such patience and given grace upon amazing grace
The example took time for me to look back and understand and trace
Yet in quiet reveries, I learned I was wrapped in tapestry sent from heaven up above
A cloud drifts here, a bow pokes through there,
words meld in unity and as we listen we look, we may find
His everlasting love.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,
and cometh down from the Father of lights,
with whom is no variableness,
neither shadow of turning.
James 1:17 King James Version
The River Flows In You