A poet weaves his words…
A painter blends his shades…
To praise the wonder of God.
Impossible to say… impossible to do…
We cannot even begin to envision
His glorious be-ing.
We are as no-thing
Comparing brain to brain,
Heart to heart, or
Soul to soul.
He is all.
We are as the blind who read without eyes;
Or the deaf who hear without ears;
Or the lame who run in their dreams.
We know our Father loves his children –
Whatever infirmities they may have –
And we should have faith and return His love
A hundred thousand fold.
©Denise G Allen, 21 October 2013 08:47