for Rita
I love the way
My God stands strong
And boasts and calls
"Is anything too hard for me?"
Beloved
God stands like an athlete
With vaulting pole in hand
"Is anything too high for me?"
No wall can keep me from you,
Beloved
God kneels like a physician
With medical bag in hand
"Is any disease incurable for me?"
No brokenness can keep you from being healed,
Beloved
God marches like a general
With courageous power in hand
"Is any foe too strong for me?"
No enemy can capture or kill you,
Beloved
God sits like a mother
With blanket in hand
"Is any night too long for me?"
No darkness can steal my shining light from you,
Beloved
God whispers like a breeze
With sweet fragrance in hand
"Is any storm too rough for me?"
No chaos can disrupt my peace for you,
Beloved
God runs like a lover
With flowers in hand
"Is any wood too deep for me?"
No thing can hide my love for you,
Beloved
I love the way
My God stands strong
And boasts and calls
"Is anything too hard for me?"
Beloved
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