What do you see?

 



You ask me God, what do I see?


When I look around I see a world full of chaos, confusion, and need.

Look down and I see my own doubt and self pity,

weighing down every bit of me.

Yet when I look up I see,

landscapes of beauty and grace.

With my gaze I can trace,

a glimpse of your glory

as it melds with my story.

Look higher still,

I sense more of your will.

The grace in your face

frowns with care and compassion,

your heart stirred to action,

as you reach out your hand to touch people and land.

A touch that brings promise, and hope, and revival.

If we lift up our gaze and prepare to receive

all that we need 

for survival and thriving.





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