Isaiah 64:8 But now, O Lord (YHWH - I AM Always AM), You are our Father; we are the clay and You our Former, and the work of Your Hand are we ALL."
If I accept the above scripture as true, it has immense implications for the way that I view myself and every other human being (past, present, and future).
The worship I offer is holding this pet, Beholding that flower, And dancing Your music in lonely lost hour. The worship I offer is standing alone And not taking comfort That others might own - From limited gods who don’t have a way Of saving all things That have stories to say. The worship I offer at end of my life May die with me silent In empty dark night. But the worship I offer Is so much a part Of the cloth of my soul, the width of my heart. June
Showing posts with label God's Handiwork. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 26, 2016
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