The sun is lacking—as the rain proves.
But my trust is in God unfailing—
he is almighty and invisible
and all the stars were created by him.
Substance decays.
Heat and light are easily hindered.
But he has power over all of them.
At his command the worlds are shaken.
The planets are dust in his hand.
As the little child at the window
looking out at the storm
but warm and dry in his parents' house
so is my soul in God
a refuge that cannot be taken.
Decaying substance The planets are dust in his hand. The little child at home warm and safe When it storms outside.. Very good imagery. Yes we are safe in God’s holy hands. thank you dear poet Glen for these convictions of the love of God. tony
tony, hi! thank you for taking the time to read this poem. it's a favorite of mine. hoping now and always you are blessed, glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Faith, beautifully portrayed in your contrast of a decaying universe, a storm overshadowing a child at a window with the hand of the Creator holding the dust of the planets in His hand, and sheltering the child in the safety of a secure home. What is faith, if not such surety? A delightful, encouraging piece, Glen. Thanks!
you're welcome. faith, a word which occurs lots in the new testament but almost not at all in the old, is trust- which implies relationship. though i understand that calling God father is a metaphor (as God is spirit as jesus explains in john 4) , relying on this parent through our experience of risking, does translate to comfort. -glen