Where the cold wind gusts, your lips quiver in frozen fear
Where the mountains shake and roar, your ears ring in doubtful terror
Where the storms and waters rise, your lungs gasp for air
Oh sinner, you step, and you fall on your face
Oh sinner, you speak, and bridges burn at your words
Oh sinner, you touch, and poison spreads throughout
But Oh!
Where the cold wind gusts, there my God walks calmly!
Where the mountains shake and roar, there my God sits peacefully!
Where the thunder and lightning crash, there my God rests His head!
My God, He whispers, and tornadoes swirl
My God, He blinks, and the earth quivers
My God, He hums, and the oceans up heave themselves
Oh were I to simply see the plans He has for me
To see the plans to prosper and the plans for joy.
But in that sight and knowledge, where would the trust then be?
The trust would be in myself, to carry out the plans
The trust would be not in Him, a dreadful mistake to make!
If only I recognized His gait in the swirling winds
His steps on the muddy ground beneath me
If only I could stop the ringing in my ears
and hear His sweet love song to me
If only I could inhale the life He exhales
as He rests among the lightning bolts
As I sit and ponder His greatness, I am left feeling small
This I am thankful for.
For were I not to understand my smallness,
I would not see the magnitude of God's greatness.
And in His magnificence, He sees my smallness
and He loves me.
He sees that slight pang of jealousy that flashes through my heart
He hears the muttering of bitterness underneath my breath
He feels the heartbreak I feel at losing a friend
He watches as I choose joy over sorrow
He watches as I choose anger over love
and He loves me.
To know that my smallness is bringing about God's magnitude
allows cognitive dissonance to rear its head
It is paradoxical by nature and it is controversial to say the least
But in making less of me and more of Him,
my life is inexplicably fuller.
The God who touches the water and hurricanes blow.
is the God who touches a wave and calm stillness controls the ocean.
The God who leans down to whisper and thunder claps,
is the God who speaks and the skies respond with blue.
The God who had His own son murdered by His own people,
is the God who loves us enough to give us a way out of ourselves.
I forget who this God is more often than I wish to admit
I deny His name in the confines of my own head
I do things against Him everyday
and He loves me.
