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His vastness, near
His depth, appear
His presence, bending to creation
His length, stretching beyond me.
Reveal the milk and honey.
Grace poured on your lips,
and you who had fingertips.
A God of mystery,
stepping on a land,
seen by those who didn't know Him.
Crying out in a wilderness.
Fire is on every side
hidden from their eyes.

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Becky Durham said…
The humility of God is one of my very favorite "God Qualities."
I really like this one!

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