I wrapped up Thin Places with this sonnet. It recounts the rescuing God who saw me weeping under the evergreen at that camp so long ago. Yesterday, I read this poem for my webcast about transitions of faith. (Check back, you’ll be able to download it for free in a few days.) As I read it out loud, I could feel, taste, and discern God’s love afresh. He saw me in my decay and chose to lift me from it. I love what the Psalmist says, “But as for me, the nearness of God is my good; I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, that I may tell of all Your works” (Psalm 73:28, NASB). His nearness, His joyful proximity, is my good.
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It’s You whose eyes do see the earth
Gently gliding over mirth
Breathing life and giving birth
Enlivening hearts embracing dearth
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I trudge, then fall, then stagger to You
Whose eyes do roam above the view
Who sees the forest and the dew,
Watches decay, yet makes anew
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Sustaining me, the God Who Sees
My sapling life beneath the trees
From underbrush and thorns, He frees
The brokenness of all my pleas
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O stalwart God, perplexing One
Whose incandescence is my sun
That lights the path I have to run
Though on the road, I come undone
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Unwound like balls of fickle string
I crash inside, but long for spring
Until the day I choose to sing
And ride upon Your carrier wing
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You carry me, a broken bird
Under pinions, without word
My soul You green, my hope You gird
And all my pain becomes absurd
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You see it all; You see it all
When I rise and when I fall
Sheltering under trees too tall
And You will see me when I call
And I will see You when You call.
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