God of wonders?
He crafted the galaxies:
stretching infinitely, rolling on forever in every direction, never to end.
He filled them with stars that are my thoughts,
distant, beyond reach, incalculable.
He conquered death,
sin,
made the blind see and the lame walk again,
so why can I not see past the troubles of today?
I am a puzzle piece but cannot see the picture.
I live moment by moment, second by second,
my heart to frail, too tired and my mind to numb to understand.
I cry out to Him,
the Creator of all good things,
I know he hears me,
sees me,
So why do I feel like I am grasping at something that just slips through my fingers like sand?
Why do I feel like a lone planet,
ever spinning in the galaxy He created
surrounded with nothing but my thoughts?