Be blessed,
Cat
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what good?
what good is Your Word
if the ink on Its pages
remains as still
as quiet
as dead
as the blackest night?
what good are Its lessons
if the Wisdom yearning to be unleashed
remains as constrained
as trapped
as caged
as a lion behind bars?
what good is Its Breath
if the Life It bestows
is neglected
starved
smothered
before It grows wings?
what good is It on the tongue
if the reciter understandeth not
doeth not
loveth not
liveth not…
so is heard not?
what good is the world
if they don’t hear
won’t hear
aren’t told,
nay, shown
who you are?
what good am I
if I go into the world
without You
without carrying Your Word
Your Love
Your Life
to them?
what good are my
hands
if they labor
contrary
to Your works?
what good are my
feet
if they walk
contrary
to Your way?
what good are You
to the world
if they see You not
witness You not
experience You not
in the world?
but how?
How can I
ever fill
those Footprints
that You ask,
nay, command
that I walk in?
How can I,
my heart,
so small,
be so filled
with Your love?
surely I will leak
leak You
overflow with You
spill You
for nothing of me
could contain
all that flows
from
You.
And that is good.
© 2008
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Catrina Bradley
"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."
Psalm 18:24 (Msg)
