This piece sounds like it could be from so many perspectives. The questioning mind of an unbeliever, or maybe even a believer who doesn't know why he/she believes. Possibly a believer trying to convince the unbeliever of God's existence. Or as the author plainly puts it, a believer who is meeting God all over again. Whatever window you decide to view this through, I'm sure you'll agree with me that God is in the details, the little things of life, and there lies the most convincing argument for Him.
Words from the author:
Well I'd have to say that while writing this poem, I was in tears. I literally felt the power of the Holy spirit convicting me as I sat on my bed crying and frustrated one Sunday evening. It was as if I had forgotten that God should constantly be the centre of my joy. So this is a reminder that its all about Him, and so I simply called it "The Acknowledgement". It was like I met Him all over again.
Isaiah 29:23
When they see among them their children, the work of my hands, they will keep my name holy; they will acknowledge the holiness of the Holy One of Jacob, and will stand in awe of the God of Israel.
Words from the author:
Well I'd have to say that while writing this poem, I was in tears. I literally felt the power of the Holy spirit convicting me as I sat on my bed crying and frustrated one Sunday evening. It was as if I had forgotten that God should constantly be the centre of my joy. So this is a reminder that its all about Him, and so I simply called it "The Acknowledgement". It was like I met Him all over again.
Isaiah 29:23
When they see among them their children, the work of my hands, they will keep my name holy; they will acknowledge the holiness of the Holy One of Jacob, and will stand in awe of the God of Israel.
The Acknowledgement
How is it that we can see
And feel the things we ought to feel
Without knowing it has feelings
But still knowing it's there?
Is it magic that we arrange
the type of things we do each day?
Of course not.
It's tragic.
That we just don't know how to match it.
And by matching I mean deciphering right from wrong
Weak from strong,
How and why we get along
Or why not.
Isn't there something we should know
Something that tells us why we glow
When we smile or make a child laugh?
You can't pass it.
No.
Not the thought.
Can never give up the search for the reason:
To find out why we are so blind to
SOMEONE
SOMETHING
That's been there all along
Who never gets weak
He's always strong,
He plans for us as we go along
Life's journey,
Road,
Path,
or pasture.
HE is the master.
But all day long
We yawn and nod
When we think of Him
He is God.
~Jodi-Ann A. Johnson.
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