by Renneth Grey

Created on: August 20, 2008

The Psalmist has declared
"You, creator of all things"
Yet, humanity barely knows you.

Some say you're the wind
Some say you're the earth
Some say you're the sun

Problem is that they were all created too.

Why are you so incomprehensible?
Humanity askes.
You're always around
But yet so,
distant.

What can humanity do without your prescence?

Circle around the never-ending plain of vanity
Where meaningless reigns
Despair surrounds

In your prescence
There is purpose
hope
and restoration.

This I know
because you are the creator.

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