O living God
You look upon death and allow it
O God of mercy
All knowing, Lord of Hosts
What contradictions
in your word and nature
What complexities so obscure.
Do you balance your perfection
As we juggle our flaws?
O loving Father
Potent love
Do you wrestle with yourself
With your pure love
As single as your glory?
I'm still pondering this one... not quite sure I understand what you're saying here. But it sure is making me think!
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