The God we serve
I sat there, with my hands raised to the Heavens,
I needed an answer, some sort of hope for the seasons of terror that lured in the horizon,
I was thirsty,
My soul panted for Him,
My soul needs Him, - the Living God.
I sat there, tears rolling down my face,
I felt a warm hand wiping my tears with Grace,
I screamed with doubt tightening my throat,
I screamed for Him once again trying to fight a battle that was not "mine",
He was calm as always,
Reasurring me that He is the same yesterday, today and forever,
I remember, saying God why do you love me so?
He said, "I love you not because I choose to do so, but because that's the truth of who I am" - the joyful, eternal truth.
I could feel my throat open, - now with screams of joy, offering a plausible explanation for the love God relentlessly showers on us.
And somehow, that was enough, to keep me at His feet, with praise.