Life's Echo

To who those who listen — a turbulent life echoes out

O how I spurned the words of my Teacher. Had my Teacher been a man, perhaps I could fault him in this way or that. Since my Teacher is my maker: any fault is mine and of that I sing.

I sing of His eye for creation.

I sing of His sweet loving mercy.

I sing because the divine of divinity, met me by a stream.

Like Agur of the Proverbs so long ago, I am a brute and a beast. My knowledge of the Holy One is limited and incomplete: but I know my Savior loves me and dwells in my heart. I know that the preeminent one over Creation, died for Creation. I know that the beloved Son of God, laid life down at the cross, and took it up again. I know that He ascended into heaven and soon will return and till then I'll hunger for His hand. Now, as I wait, I am comforted by the Comforter—His Spirit. Knowing the God over creation is our comfort, knowing Him well is our goal. Communing with Him our purpose. Along the way, somewhere, we become like Him.

What would be too much to give Him who gave it all? One moment of action is never enough. I respond when you call Lord.

Help me to hear.

Help me to see.

Help me to move. 

Help me to act.

                          As You do Lord!

                          As You do.