God makes the sun to set, painting the sky with purple and orange - then deep blue and a few stars appear. Soon it is dark, and Nightime instills fear in the hearts of little babes, but up above, watching over us, are the stars that He has made.
In the morning before I wake, He paints the sky again, reminding me that each new day is a blank canvas free of all my sin. And in the wind, I hear a song that He sings over me; Love and Joy flood my heart for He has made me free.
In the Thunderstorm, I see a beauty fearsome, demanding awe; in the Fire burning to keep me warm, the power to kill us all.
The Ocean lapping gently at my feet, could just as easily wrap itself around my legs and drag me out to sea.
And at all of this, I stand amazed - incredulous at the power and creativity of my King, but I miss the creation He loves most of all, simply you and me.
We mess up, time and again, dragging His name through swamps and mires; yet, He looks at us, love in His eyes, filled with one Desire. That we should come before His throne and offer up our lives, that we should turn to Him alone with praises and heartcries.
He longs for us to love Him back, when all we do is sin. How this Love could even exist, I can't begin to imagine. Unworthy me, unworthy you...yet His Son He sent to die. And He is waiting with open arms for us to just realize.
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