God of the infinite ages, you see me

You find me here

You have always been

You will always be

Yet, you see me.

The depths sing your praises

The harmonies of creation cry out

And somewhere in the symphony of heaven, you hear me chime in.

A squeak

A song

A note

An utterance through the noise of it all

I’m a speck of dust in the wind

Yet I perk your ears to listen and you still call me a friend.

These are the things that write the words unfathomable.

Moments of time when dust calls to infinite and I am undone.

If I were a song,

I would call to the heavens and search for your voice

If I were me in the moments I don’t know who I am, I would search for your words because you speak them over me daily.

Who am I that the highest king would see me?

I am the dust bowl embodied, yet you reach for me

And I bow down and revel in your faithfulness because if anyone knew who you are, and what I’ve been through, and who you are to me now, they wouldn’t be able to comprehend…

So I rest my head tonight

Because I know

And that’s enough!