Bernard Ceasar

(10-15-78 / Marion County, South Carolina)

It Is He Who Is Allowing This To Be(written2-10-04)


It is not I,
but that which you see
consult with my producer-my creator-
for I am His production-His creation
His marvelous construction

This beautiful work of art which stands before you
was designed and orchestrated by God-
He is behind the scenes pulling the strings
and my desire is to do only what He allows me to-

not my will
nor anyone elses will
but He working in me
my cup longing to be filled
as I am struggling with patience to be still

and just as He allows the waves to vehemently march upon the shores
then peacefully retreat into the seas-
likewise-it is He who is also allowing this to be

Submitted: Thursday, September 11, 2008

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