How can we expect to understand
His celestial brilliance
When we are mere motes of dust
In His shining light.
He sees all things clearly,
We see dimly through misted glass;
He sees all, from the big to the small
And knows when the last leaf will fall.
Only with hindsight
Do we glimpse his plan
And, as for the rest, we must
Life is a pathway to Him and
Step by step we make our way
Onward and upward ‘til we lay
At his feet, replete in His love.
He is a great God, the only true God,
The one God – for me-and-you God –
Whom we will honour and worship
©Denise G Allen, 01 July 2014 08:24