Looking up at the recesses of heavens,

God and His outstretched Hand,

Some days so obvious, some days not so,

but this does not, and never will, prevent Him from working in and with us.

Where are You, Lord?

Hey–

It is always after the dark,

that Light leaps at us like understanding,

When the storms settle,

We realize that this tiny whisper has been here all along,

The voice that says: I am here.

How joyous are we when we have trusted in the Lord!

His Word distilled in us,

the promises not visible to our naked eyes,

but yea, we can trust that it has been done,

at the voice of our victorious King

on the Cross, who cried out with all of his lungs,

and bestowed His Spirit upon our Heavenly Father:

It is finished.

The entire tapestry of our lives are

delicately woven

finely arranged

gloriously embellished

at His touch.

Thank God

He uses the terrible for our own good!

Like Joseph, dressed in colors of many,

gained sevenfold after all he has gone through.

Thank God

We don’t need to understand, or figure out on our own,

because we have the Creator who does it all… and did it all!

Thank God

Thank God

Thank God