God being infinite and
endless,
how might I ever come to a
conclusion!
Rather than plucking out all
these loose ends
and judging the whole by the
particular,
when will I feel sufficiently
thwarted,
weary enough to leave my work
for the restful shade of His
promise?
When will I ever trust His
Word?
Enough to keep quiet,
to actually grasp its meaning
in a tongue foreign to my own
–
the lost language of my
homeland.
O child of God, there is a
cloth spread
with bread and wine under His
tender branches.
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