Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Our Creator

there is always a them, a you guys, and the select few.


if you've ever happened to stir, wait, ponder, or think, then this is for you.

sticky hands, quivering with thoughts, yet cold to the touch? this is for you.
this is for you if your chair begins to fall from underneath you.
this is for you if what you're staring at isn't actually what you're staring at, rather just a bypass for the trail-blaze of 'if's' and 'why's' in your mind.
if you've ever flipped your pillow over twice, three, six times, just until it becomes cool to the touch again.
if the end of your shirt is wrinkled with daydreams, and it leaves a patch of bareness from the tips of your fingers wearing it down.
this is for you if your breath inhales deeply, and exhales even deeper. and the process never reconstructs.
this is for you if you chase questions with scenarios, and the scenarios create a stampede over reality.
this is for you if your doubts  have fossilized, only to be dug  up later- a 'treasure' for someone else to find.
this is for every question that cannot, will not, and should not be answered.


We have a God, and He is for you, them, and all those select few's.
He closes our sticky hands, and clasps them to His own- a reassuring touch only a father could show.
He picks us up, and places us into our correct posture, making sure we are upright.
Our God comes into our sight because you simply cannot look at any surrounding thing, place, or person that was not a thought created and crafted by The Wonderful Artist.
As our hair drapes down, over, and accross our pillow at night, our Creator marvels at His work-  every hair numbered, none forgotten as you sleep.
Our God plucks every day dream from our subconscious and cares for each one. He plans and has dreams for us of His own, far better than we could ever daydream for ourself.
Our God fills our lungs, gives us new Life, and promises us a Forever.
Our God answers and fulfills. His reality for us is the forefront.
Our God is real, true, and He has nothing to hide. Nor, does He want us in hiding. We are not a fossil to Him-we are His gem.
He answers our questions and He comforts our hearts. He restores, repairs, and gathers every unnamed, unwanted, and unruly logic stampeding in our brain.

He is for you.

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