Too Small
Please forgive me
That Your thoughts are so beyond mine
That I can hardly comprehend You.
Please forgive me
That Your will is so perfect,
That Your plan is so far-reaching,
Yet my eyes can only see so far
And in my short-sightedness
I can only see part of You.
Please forgive me
That in Your perfection
You can see all of me:
You can see all my thoughts,
You can see all my fears;
My heart is no mystery to You,
Nor my cracks
That You have glued together
So often with Your love.
Lord, You know me
Deeper than I know myself.
Please forgive me
If I frustrate You
With my flounderings,
With my flutterings
Like a bird of the wilderness
Trapped in a human cage.
You have found me
So many times
Searching for You
While You stand within.
Though You know
You are so majestic,
So far beyond me
That my reach falls short,
Still You know my heart, dear Lord,
And You know it is You I love
With all my heart, little as that is.
Though my smallness breaks my heart,
For I desire to give You more,
Yet my smallness seems to please You
And my weakness draws Your strength.
As tears fall of disappointment,
Your gentle hands catch every one,
Holding them as jewels;
Your tenderness sooths
The torment of my soul
And Your eyes of kindness
Catch my soul
In Your embrace.
Your gentleness catches my smallness
And my smallness adores
All that You are,
Though I am too small
To know.
The night has been long
With only the twinkle of distant stars
To give hope to an end to the darkness.
Watching, waiting, listening
To the sounds and movements of things unseen,
I sense a Presence in the darkness,
Greater, much greater, than what is seen.
Watching the Morning Star's peaceful vigil
For the return of the Son,
The sky slowly brightens around me.
At first all seems gray.
Yet as the Light approaches,
The mountains seemed darker against the Light
And one can see, though not clearly,
The approach of the Dawn.
Listening to the song of the dawn,
Wrapped in the fragrance of things to be,
Colors of the approaching Majesty
Wash across the landscape of my soul.
All ignites an anticipation
And stirs a longing
For that which is too bright to see,
For the Son who brings Light and Life
To our dark souls.
The soft breeze of the Spirit stirs
As I rise toward the dawn,
Reaching, greeting, adoring the soft colors
Of His Majesty and Love
As they deepen in my heart and soul.
Here in the deepening dawn
I will await You,
O Lord of my soul,
As Your Heart colors my sky
And Your gentle approach casts away
The darkness of fear and uncertainty.
I will endure the cold and darkness
As I await in the dawn
For the full Light of Your face
And the full Fire of Your Heart
To blind my soul
To all but You.