Sufficient


Mud cakes I make.  Diamonds are His.  

His voice like many rivers.  

Mine is more a hiss.  


I speak like shadows 

From behind the flesh.  

He speaks of Light.  

From Eternity’s chest.  


By nature I am contrast. 

By Glory He is Life.  

By Righteousness He’s free.  

From hiding I am strife.  


So much revealed.  

Vast sums are hidden.  

Yet it’s enough,

To speak as bidden.  


He’s so much life

That even so,

Our tiny words

Produce His will.  


To bring His Glory

Down to us;

To shape His message

From the dust.  


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