Thou madest him a little lower than the angels; thou crownedst him with glory and honour, and didst set him over the works of thy hands:Hebrews 2:7 (KJV)
How could a Supreme Being have anything to do with it all? And who could comprehend a Supreme Being anyhow? Yet, in other moments, we found ourselves thinking, when enchanted by a starlit night, “Who, then, made all this?” There was a feeling of awe and wonder, but it was fleeting and soon lost. Alcoholics Anonymous, Page 46
When my life feels chaotic,
that’s not what’s intended,
not what can be, should be.
When I pause to look at the wonder,
the majesty,
the mystery all around,
I know without a doubt
my internal chaos isn’t real,
isn’t natural,
isn’t what should be.
When I get out of the way
the world works like it was designed to work,
like chaos is fine, just beyond my ken.
that’s not what’s intended,
not what can be, should be.
When I pause to look at the wonder,
the majesty,
the mystery all around,
I know without a doubt
my internal chaos isn’t real,
isn’t natural,
isn’t what should be.
When I get out of the way
the world works like it was designed to work,
like chaos is fine, just beyond my ken.
God, erase my chaos,
my doubt, my mess,
and show me your mystery
and majesty and love.
my doubt, my mess,
and show me your mystery
and majesty and love.
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| From A Cloud of Witnesses |
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