Never Sleeps

While a pastor on the Fort Berthold Reservation I was honored with the Indian name, "NeverSleeps". It was primarily because I was often responding to particular needs in the middle of the night.

Even more relevant, the Lord Himself, Maker of all, "Never Sleeps".

Surely you know.
Surely you have heard.
The Lord is the God who lives forever,
who created all the world.
He does not become tired or need to rest.
No one can understand how great his wisdom is.

Isaiah 40:28

Welcome to every reader. I am a simple follower of Jesus. He is perfect, I often fall short.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Let it be Recorded


Let it be Recorded

(“But you are our Lord and our God! We ask you to keep us safe…Then everyone in every kingdom on earth will know that you are the only God.” 2 Kings 19:19)

Have you crunched the numbers recently;
multiplied your best efforts by the money in the bank
and then reckoned the ratio of your retirement needs
to your best earning potential? Fearful?

Have you added your near misses to the pop quizzes passed
with hidden cheat sheet help? Everyone did it and no one knew it,
none of us would have left there alive without
a nod and code, smart to less.

Have your projects turned to dust,
or the trust you put in the instructions clear
while you searched the catalogues for the proper tools,
only to discover you bundled the fretboard to the
sound hole and body unabridged and unrepeatable?

Buy a home and keep it short, lose what you hoped to live in
free after 65 and clever. Keep the worries now inside your heart
occasionally letting them out to wallow in the rain. Public doubt
is frowned upon unless you explain every detail of your dilemma
and swear you’ve prayed and fasted long enough that others see
your gaunt and pasty effigy.

But whether my failure is entered absolute zero, or my troubles infinity
divided by nil…

Let it be recorded that I hope and pray, doubt on my left
and my failures weighing down the right, waiting to see
Your glory, not mine, shine like the Northern Lights as far south
as Corpus Christi just about dusk on a midsummer’s day.

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