Salvation, unfolding...

With frail hands, I turn over thoughts and concepts

Tired bones curling and unfurling

Examining ideas and motives underneath the light of Your Word

Listening for Your voice in the cadence and syntax swirling about

It is there (in Your Word)

It is here (written on the tablet of my heart)

Watching and listening to creation reiterate what You have already said

You alone are God

To You alone should we praise

With eyes fixed heavenward

I wait for the city that is not made by human hands,

Eternal in the heavens