“Am I a GOD at hand, declares the Lord, and not a GOD far away?”
“Cling to me” is probably what He whispers in my ear everyday, but how many times do I get too distracted and don’t hear it. How many times, do I mistake the whisper for something else, how many times do I forget His voice? Too many.
“For as the loincloth clings to the waist of a man, so I made the whole house of Israel and the whole house of Judah cling to me, declares the Lord, that they might be for me a people, a name, a praise, and a glory, but they would not listen.”
Do you not fear me? declares the Lord.
Do you not tremble before me?
I placed the sand as the boundary for the sea,
a perpetual barrier that it cannot pass;
though the waves toss, they cannot prevail;
though they roar, they cannot pass over it.
When the water dries up, You remain.
Through the pain and the sorrows, it’s You who stays the same.
When cracks cover the pavement, You seal them with Your mercy.
During my darkest hours, Your light shines without fail.
I lift my arms in praise to you Lord, as a child asking to be embraced by her father.
You will deliver me from all evil, and Your love surpasses all boundaries.
To understand the salvation that was bought for us, is unfathomable.
Yet we stay faithful forever, knowing You will come back to rescue us.
Your greatness overshadows all doubt.
And Your beauty radiates through all galaxies.
Your still small voice whispers across my skin like the wind.
But speaks volumes to my heart.
This poem I write is for your glory alone.
With Your presence near me, I can’t wait to come home.