Originally published on Mudroom.
Who knew that You were the breeze hiding behind the trees
playing hide n’ seek only to capture me?
Who knew that You taught the eagle how to fly
so I could learn how to soar?
And who knew that You gave the sparrow its song
so I could listen for dialogue between Heaven and earth?
Who knew that You gave the woodpecker its cadence
so I could hear drumbeats from Heaven…drumbeats?
Who knew that every night You watch the sunset and smile
and every morning You watch the sunrise
and it still bring tears to Your eyes
because beauty is a masquerade for Your Glory
so You stre-e-e-e-e-e-etch the sunrays to hide Your face
so we won’t be consumed so soon;
instead You allow us to feel the warmth of Your grace
takin’ it all in day by day
but who knew day by day would sever a branch
and cause the leaves in our hearts to fall
and swallow up so much hurt and pain
and eventually the sun rays we would despise
just from not knowing the Truth from the lies
so now it makes sense to believe a lie
because the Truth is just one more story
so You knew to live with us was extremely mandatory
so You stayed and stayed with us intimately
showing us Your son and how He represented You matter of factly
not giving up on a people group so satisfactorily consumed with nothingness.
So You stayed,
and put a star side by side to show us our relationship with You
and then You bring the moon out every night with the brilliance from the Sunlight
to show us even when it’s dark, You shine
and You remind us of Your precious promise again and again
by the banner of brilliant colors all huddled up over each other in the sky with no end
just like Your Name.
And who knew even after hearing Your Truth
we would still need Your help.
You knew so You stayed
and put Your voice in the mouth of the sparrow,
in the pattern of the buzzing bee,
in the legs of the grasshopper,
in the dancing wings of the hummingbird,
in the quietness of the dew resting atop the blade of a reed of grass,
in the twinkle of each star,
in the heart of each of Your children.
And who knew if we would only acknowledge You like nature does, we would know You.
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This is beautiful, Dorcee. “One thing have I desired, my God, of Thee; that will I seek, Thine house be home to me.” Amy Charmichael