ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
The power of God is like the majesty of a mountain,
Carved from stone,
Forged out of granite,
Alive with the water of life,
His voice is heard in the roar of raging waters,
As they tumble over boulders and pebbles,
Reaching into empty spaces,
Filling them with refreshment,
His face is unknown,
Fiercely judgmental,
Yet loving enough to still a bleating sheep,
His hands are strong,
They have formed the seas and the dry land,
They make straight the uneven roads,
They knit the grasslands together,
They were stretched and pierced for our sins,
His Spirit lives within us all,
As we carry our own crosses through life,
Those same hands created us,
Knew us before we were born,
Wove us together in our mother’s womb,
Fearfully, wonderfully designed by the Master,
He inspires,
Protects,
Disciplines,
Leads,
Forgives,
Never waivers,
Feels our pain,
Knows our needs,
Answers our prayers,
For He has crushed the serpent’s head,
So we may gain eternal life.
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