All of my Big is God

 

Gathering poems, and sharing one of my very favorites. Written about  five years ago, straight outta journaling.  Morning journaling times are the best, yes? OK, may this one bless your socks off…NO, make it your feet. May these words bless your feet off!  This one has a definite beat! Enjoy!

 

All of my Big is God

I live in a small state…the smallest.

Am small myself, not the tallest.

In a small home I do dwell

still, within my soul, all is well.

 

Smaller still is my plan

to remain a child as long as I can.

Although not childish, understand-

following my King’s holy commands;

Walking with the risen Son,

who offers freedom,

forgetting none.

 

Though some may reject His offer true,

those who receive Him are made new.

Becoming less, small and free,

entering into eternity.

 

Seeing a kingdom hidden from

those  surrendered to the unholy one.

Believing the lie that

being big, big, BIGGER still

is the drug of choice- one’s own will.

 

Rejoicing in self-centeredness

rejecting God’s Righteousness,

calling evil good-they do,

and good to them is just not true-

speaking in circles, spinning round

attacking Him with thorny crown…

Still this Savior pleads, pursues

sending prophets to share His news

of endless love He secured

so of sin, we could be cured,

put in place before the fall-

something mighty big

from something small.