Are there words enough,
To describe the works of His hands;
To list and ascribe the honour due Him
From ages past to the very next breath?
It is not a matter of length,
For even in every single breath,
Lies an enigma simply stated, but utterly confounding.
Are there words enough?
“You are not allowed to hate yourself. For if your body is His temple, and you are ransomed and paid for, what are you really doing when you hate yourself, or hurt yourself? Selflessness isn’t about choosing to cause harm to yourself when faced with a choice between yourself and someone else. It is making the effort, and finding by wisdom the choice that leaves both yourself and others unscathed.” – Makafui.
“…If Your presence doesn’t go with me,
Don’t carry us up from here.”
For in Your presence is liberty,
I know because I had been bound,
In more ways than I knew how to count.
It is Your presence that makes holy,
And You found me before I knew I was looking,
Or even what I was looking for.
Father, I’m parched.
I’m thirsty, when by all indications I should be drowning.
I’m famished, when I really feel I should be utterly stuffed now.
How is it Father, that ripples on these waters still rattle me?
Why do I stumble now, when I was doing alright just a while earlier?
How am I baffled now, when I felt I understood this not long ago?
Father, please, help me; For it would be a shame to get lost, in such familiar territory.
What is there to glean from this realm?
What sense and direction is inherent in this plane;
Where the air gets cloggier by the day,
And morals blurrier by the hour;
Where so much is known, but very little is used or understood?
Really, what are we doing,
Sacrificing long-term health for short-term convenience and luxury?
He made you, patiently knit you,
Each strand purposefully chosen;
Shades of colours, textures and strength,
His hands went over every piece,
His breath filled every part;
He looked and said, ‘It is good, it is unique,
It’s another masterpiece.’
“The wind under the wings of those who put their trust in God is ever present grace. For when the mighty in Christ fall, they fall to their knees to rise again, higher than they were before. It is that cushion that breaks the fall of the righteous, and doubles as a springboard to higher heights.” – Makafui.