The more I look, the more I find you in the narrow spaces, too. Like always, there's no pretense with you, for your vision's never blurred by anything untrue. You understand crowded places and quiet places, alleys and in-betweens; you understand being squeezed; you understand the safety of being hidden in the shadow of loving wings.
Yes, God of the mountains, God of the seas, you are just as present in these city streets, for you're an architect and builder, too. You know all about tearing things down and creating something new; your wisdom is woven into every firm foundation; and you love the people living and breathing here, too. So yes, of course you're near in the narrow spaces: You're the God of transitions, kind enough to walk with us through. Comments are closed.
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