To the Mover of Mountains:
I see you. I see your mountains, your majestic peaks
Your breathtaking vistas that you have painted
With a hand that can wield a sword
And can wipe a tear
In the power of the storm
And in the lacey labyrinth of a snowflake
In your detailed care of creation
Even as it groans
Pleading for renewal, rest, eternity.
I see you. In your daily provision
For my life,
Orchestrating the melody of goodness
Through harmonies of the unexpected
Colors of discord which long for resolve
Weaving lines of beauty, shimmering light
Escaping from dark shadows of durge.
I see you. In the stories of old
Your hand of power and promise
Your works of wonder
Your arm stretched out to your people
To deliver.
See me. In my anguish and heartbreak
In my pain and longing
In my want and need
As I labor to trust
Have mercy on me,
See me.
See me. As waters rise around
In the desert of unknown
As the enemy crouches
Eager to destroy my young
See me.
See me. To the God who moves mountains
Who makes possible the impossible
Who creates something out of nothing
Who made man out of dust
Who has destroyed the enemy
And has declared victory over death
And sorrow
See me.
You see me. You are the pillar of fire
In the night, as I walk the path
You have laid before me
You are the cloud of protection by day
Guarding me from destruction
From despair
Enveloping me like a mother’s arms
You see me.
You see me. Your eyes are ever upon me
Always seeing, always knowing.
Even when I am tossed upon the waves
That come with life
Your hand reaches out to save me
Extending grace and mercy
Because that is who you are.
You see me.
I see you
Because
You see me.
Have mercy.
14 And when they came to the crowd, a man came up to him and, kneeling before him,15 said, “Lord, have mercy on my son….” [And Jesus answered,] “For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”
~ Matthew 17: 14-15, 20.
