You Are but He IS...

You are no respecter of persons

In the tropics,

At the Arctic

And all points in-between

You indulge the pauper

The preacher, the child

The writer of songs

Or the queen

How subtly you bleed your presence

Through the laughter of a crowd

And when they’ve gone home

In the silence

You are there

Crooning, ruthless and proud

With never an invitation

And never a stuttered caress

You thrive in the hollow of wanting

You are

Loneliness

There is One who does not leave us hopeless

To grovel in longings despair

He covers the earth with a whisper

And draws us to Him in a prayer

He breathes through the power of darkness

And pierces our grief with His hope

He is the great Father of comfort

When in fear’s dark valley we grope

And He will not leave nor forsake us

Wherever on earth we may trod

He is a faithful companion

He IS God

© Janet Martin