I saw the world in all its
beauty and terror and mystery.
And, following simple logic,
I deduced that its Designer must be
beautiful, terrible, mysterious.
So I sought Him--the Creator--
He is there to be found.
I thought,
If He commands the motion of the stars
and formed the seas,
and I am under his command,
what's to stop me from commanding the rain?
Because the Lord's people
stopped trusting in Him...again,
the rain stopped.
It seems they have not yet learned that
wickedness reaps only
emptiness. Barrenness.
Yet God is my guide.
I called off the rain:
He called in the ravens.
I wait for morning each night;
I wait for evening each day.
As faithful as the sun
are these winged servants of God.
How should I respond to such a kind Master?
I called on God to stop the rain:
He did.
So while the land groans and cries out,
I will feast on His abundance.
I will wait for Him to show me
what other words He will say
and what other wonders He will
do through me.
(In honor of the Kerith Ravine and the ravens, here is a video about Camp Cedarbrook, which used to be called Camp Cherith, where all the counselors have bird names--I'm Osprey--and sustain the campers with food and faith and fun.)
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