A Poem on God’s Sovereignty

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 Maker,

The One who runs creation.

1 thought on “A Poem on God’s Sovereignty”

  1. I just love ❤️ your poem !!!! I’m sure God rejoices in it too. God bless you and use your talents for his honor and glory.


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