It’s Puzzling to Me
As I prayed, staring out into the cold day, my eyes fell on the tiny water droplets on the window, first frozen then melted condensation. My heart is unable to fathom His goodness and imagine His love – Yet, I am forced to try and put Him into my failing words.
In frost and winter’s depth of ice
You force displays in snow.
Your power found in frozen vice
Then melts, so grace can flow.
I cannot fathom all You are,
While billion lights display,
Reflecting beams from Light afar –
Yet pierce my heart that strays.
It puzzles me – How can You speak,
Make all that moves stand still,
Then gently break – make my heart weak
To tell me of Your will?
And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you.
And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.
“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me:
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish,
neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.”
(Poem and pictures, Heidi Viars, 2021)