Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Writing to God: Day 18

Revelation 4: 1-11

Holy, holy, holy - Lord God Almighty,
you rock this world like the sound of sharp thunder on a spring day;
you start with a seed - the smallest of creations - and through it you imagine this colorful, vibrant, alive, articulate piece of work….a flower, a tree, a life.

Holy, holy, holy, your gentle touch reaches the holiest of places.
From the grandeur of a snow-covered mountain range
to the emptiness one finds in the pit of her stomach after a hard day.
In all that is holy, and in every hole of life, you fill with your peace.
You are assurance in difficult times.
You are creator of glory.

Every creature that crawls upon this Earth was
intricately designed by your holy imagination.
And every creature sings a song of praise in its own unique way.
These songs fill the deep holes of longing and fear.

Listen, Creator God, as your creatures sing holy, holy, holy today.

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