And where is a place that I may rest?
"For
My hand made all these things,
Thus all these things came into being,"
declares the LORD.
"But to this one I will look,
To him who is humble
and contrite of spirit,
and who trembles at My word.…
Isa.66:1-2
Mankind is held, beheld, beloved
By One we cannot see
Save in the thousand-thousand ways
He grants glimpses for free
Beneath, above and all around
There’s no denying this
No matter where on earth we look
The God of Heaven IS
We, on God’s footstool, must admit
Nobody can detail
The oracle of instinct, save
By He who does not fail
The thread of Miracle is love
Before the world began
The Master of Time's essence wove
A most mirac'lous plan
Should it not make us tremble then
His miracles enthrall
We, held, beheld and beloved by
The Weaver of it all
© Janet Martin
PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” replace the blank
with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and
then, write your poem.
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