We are all so small,
that is all,
bums in chairs, who cares,
warm bodies, with a pulse.
That pulse
where does it originate,
not your heart, that is the noise maker,
your lungs are the breath taker,
where was that pulse founded?
Have I, you confounded?
Your beating heart was known and
loved before you were born, God
knew what he would do before you knew you.
All your cracks are filled with grace,
All your dents, and brokenness,
bear witness,
of a loving God that has never left your
side but been there with you to
bear, the hurts
bear, the sorrow
bear it all,
that is all,
why we are small,
if we were only talking about the physical
not the physics,
a God who is time,
a God who is love,
a God
who gave you character,
who gave you identity,
so though you are small, and
feel alone or lost in the crowd,
He who gave you individuality,
so you could find and
be a part of a community,
where you fit in,
with other assorted parts small
that is all.
©DWE092013
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
We are all so small,
that is all,
bums in chairs, who cares,
warm bodies, with a pulse.
That pulse
where does it originate,
not your heart, that is the noise maker,
your lungs are the breath taker,
where was that pulse founded?
Have I, you confounded?
Your beating heart was known and
loved before you were born, God
knew what he would do before you knew you.
All your cracks are filled with grace,
All your dents, and brokenness,
bear witness,
of a loving God that has never left your
side but been there with you to
bear, the hurts
bear, the sorrow
bear it all,
that is all,
why we are small,
if we were only talking about the physical
not the physics,
a God who is time,
a God who is love,
a God
who gave you character,
who gave you identity,
so though you are small, and
feel alone or lost in the crowd,
He who gave you individuality,
so you could find and
be a part of a community,
where you fit in,
with other assorted parts small
that is all.
©DWE092013
For my muse, whose pages have not seen enough of me, For God, help me continue to understand
There is no weakness, that can not be undone by God,
Perfect people in a Perfect world would be boring,
Heaven is not the world, and I am perfectly okay with that.
Thankyou Nadia Bolz-Weber for the inspiration. Poetic License taken was mine, hope, you at the Hello Poetry are all fine with that. Paraphrasing was incidental, any near quotes are accidental.
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