Your beauty transcends my understanding.
Every blade of grass is a work of art.
The simplicity of snow falling on a cold, winter morning
Is enough to open and convict my heart.
How is it that my eyes could have been blind
To a vision and a body large enough to hold the stars?
Pride and selfish wisdom left me looking everywhere
Except at you, stumbling around for answers in the dark.
Truth has a funny way of hiding itself
From those without the humility of a pure heart.
One man sees mere canvas and color,
Another, a masterful work of art.
Don’t hide your glorious sunsets from me.
Paint your presence across the night sky.
Give me new glasses so that I may always see
The beauty of the Divine.
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Today, I told God that I was grateful for him. I then realized that I did not have a clue how great, far reaching, the magnitude, the power, the knowledge that God possesses. I asked him to quickened my thoughts to how great He is. You wrote, “Paint Your presence across the night sky,” how true. Thanks.
I know what you mean. I question, doubt, and even thank and praise a God who sometimes in my mind is just a perfected image of myself. Is it any wonder I doubt his power or think I am always right? But it is in those moments where he reveals his majesty that I’m blown away and think “I doubted the creator of all this? ” It makes me think of one of my favorite verses: “When I consider thy heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained, what is man that thou art mindful of him? ” Psalm 8:9-11