If, for a moment, you could be

on the tip-top of the tallest tree;

would you look down from said tree, oh wobbly tree,

to find all there was to truly see?

Or would you look out, cross valleys and seas,

toward far off places that have no key?

These places, these sights, created by He -

they remain to be seen by incredulous we.

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But when we lose sight, and focus inside we

no more into sights can we e’er truly see.

For this world was created for the glory of He

not just for some moments of shallow jubilee.

It’s not like a circus to which pay a fee

and sit for distraction, a heartless “yippee”,

then return to our own day, yes prideful spree

Uncaring, unfocused, rather like the Dead Sea.

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And yet, sweet redemption, a promise from He

a Son sent to pay our eternal debt – free.

Tell me how, yes how, how may this be,

shout out from the cliff tops wherein lies the key.

The key to understanding this capital-H-He.

For all I see when I look up is this marvelous myst’ry.

But perhaps that’s the beauty-the beauty in He.

The God who’s much more than understood by us we.

The learning, the awe-ing, in this lifelong journey.