Puzzles (All Things Work…)

Puzzles. What is the meaning of this? What is the reason for that? Invisible questions marks Floats around the mind; Answers go on sabbatical;

What if it had happened the other way? Wait! Is there an other way it could have happened? And even if there is, Would it not have happened this way all the same?

Your deeds are intentional, For only You, See how the whole earth looks like all at one, Because the heavens are too small A playground for You.

But those things that have life, Through the works of our own hands; Those things that end up dead, Because they came from a mind subject to mortality, How do we give them Your life?

Well, Your blood runs in our veins, So, the whole of creation subjects itself to us, And we know that all things, Even the ones full of the puzzles we can’t solve, Work together for the goodness Of we who love only You;

For puzzles are but fragments Of bigger Pictures, which only You Can see, but we, will never see Until every last piece Falls into place.

Abba. Father.

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Poet’s Note:

No matter how much of a perfectionist we might be, the truth is, we won’t get it right all the time. True perfection resides in the life and light of God. This is why life sometimes gets so confusing to us no matter how hard we try to be in control of it.

However, being children of God gives us the privilege of having an assurance that never fails – God, our Father, causes everything that happens to us to work for our perfection.

So, whatever hurdle life throws at us is undoubtedly a step higher in God’s plans and purposes for our lives. God is a good God, and He does all things well.

Shalom!

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