Another (probably poor) attempt at poetry.
Lord, you walked across the stormy sea Healed the sick and restored the lame Commanded the wind and set souls free Countless miracles, all done for your name. Why do I struggle to trust You When my giants are minuscule in your sight And my sinful ego makes my prayers untrue As I struggle in my pitiful selfish fight. O Master of all eternal beautiful things Remind me of your infinite power For apart from you the bird cannot beat its wings And the universe rests on you every single hour. Mighty God, every atom follows what you say So help me trust you with my small insignificant day.
If you’re interested in more (and far better) poetry, check out Malcolm Guite. He’s a poet, professor, Anglican priest, singer-songwriter, motorcycle rider, awesome tweed-wearer, and tobacco pipe smoker. His blog is full of his poetry along with recordings of his readings and they are exceptional. He’s the kind of man I’d love to share a 5-hour coffee with to talk about Jesus, poetry, art, literature, and having an awesome tobacco pipe collection.
I loved it! We need to set it to music. Love you
Jarrod, I loved it. You have such a way with words. We should set it to music.