The Redwood of Shining Glory and the Bug of Wisdom

My life, a masterpiece, Carved by the hand of Almighty God, My shelter in the storm, My source of light, of life. I love life, I love my world. I love the colors, magnificent.

Beaming so tall and mighty are You, God, Like the Redwood trees, if they could shine holy light; If their tops that pierce the skies Could dwell in Your heavenly place And their roots reach to the depths of hell.

Certain ones, a certain one, My eyes see and I begin to wonder, “Is this my place? Is this to be my home?” But Your mind has concealed it For a time. It is underneath Your jar, As if the knowledge were a bug trapped, Only to be released outside in due time. Release the bug, Lord! Shower me with wisdom! Increase my intellect, increase my love.

I fail and have failed, But You remain faithful. Your whisper caresses my ear, But I am prone to shrug it off in haste. “Surely I know better than the Lord of glory! Surely He is mad! And I have come out on top.”

Restlessness, bitter restlessness. Oh, the cold! Save me from the cold chill! My heart yearns for warmth And my eyes for a comforting sight. But forsaking Your voice, I only find disillusionment. It’s my pride, isn’t it? My wretched selfishness! I groan inside. I weep inside. Outside, no one can see. But they see I don’t care, When all I ever wanted was to care deeply, To care like You cared for me.

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