I’m sorry for taking so long to post, but I’m vacationing in Peru for a month to visit family and see Machu Picchu, making my life busy with random fun and relatives showing up unannounced in true Hispanic fashion).
Besides that, I’m working to provide you guys a detailed study of Genesis 10, and for that, I’m taking my time looking at the genealogies, tracing down their every occurrence in Scripture. So please bear with me!
But I wanted to take the time to post this poem on God’s sovereignty because it’s been a while. I hope this helps you, specially if you’re struggling and depending on your own strength to get you through. I know I’ve been there.
The One Who Runs Creation
The wispy clouds
Fade like fog into the night,
Yet their dark presence remains.
Gray, they sneer at the black around them,
Gray, they float as orphans,
Hear how they whisper!
They move like the birds,
With wings of air and beaks of mist,
Leading the way
for clouds that are darker still,
Filling the air with murmurs of war
And foreboding mysteries.
Only the ephod can tell whether the day will follow,
Only the rainbow promises to bring about the morrow,
But the Maker of both will fill His treasures
With precious stones,
opening them so they may rain down,
Sustaining the earth.
This is the way the world spins
Amid where the crystalline stars shine:
A land of people who let the clouds pass them by
They’re always letting them pass,
Moving and yet standing still
(Moving without motion
Is a lonely way to live;
It’s like running in a treadmill,
Forever frustrated with your progress).
We fight the fog, forgetting (always forgetting)
That these clouds don’t hear,
They don’t part for us:
Nought but their Creator can make them move.
Hell and the Pit pull down
Wanting forever night;
The skies pull up
Wanting forever day;
The Treasure Keeper, as Master, knows the balence to the worlds:
This is the way the world works
This is the way the world runs,
For not one earth can face destruction
Without divine permission.
And nought but One can bring redemption:
It’s He whom the saints call The First Born—
The One who runs creation.