A Lesser God

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Unless the details of this life,

those structures of the things I see,

are faded by Your Glory-light,

take back-seat to Your Majesty,

my eyes will always think they’re true

and fool my senses, charm my mind;

thus taught, my vision makes of You

a lesser god of lowly kind.

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Dim

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Dim,

as through a glass darkly,

eyes seek out Your light.

Veils, be gone –

cataracts seek sun

as surfer seeks sea,

rest and restoration

no matter the weather.

Rise,

dawn of my heart,

bloom in rainbows

where winter once reigned.

What If

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What if  I had to be poured

to learn I was empty?

What if I had to be crushed

to know I was cracked?

What if I had to be dazzled

to recognize blindness?

What if I  had to meet lies

to discern what was fact?

What if I had to be stripped

to know I was naked?

What if I had to hit bottom

to raise head from the sand?

What if I had to be nameless

to hear call’s refrain?

What if I had to chew garbage

to taste  good from Your hand?

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Life’s trials tend to strip us down – and, once bare, we can be clothed again…