My Heart Cries Out

Recently I came across a poem that reaches to the core of me.

It says something I need to hear, and touches on the concerns I hear from so many during this time of coronavirus waiting. I think all of us are keenly aware of time itself taking on a new perspective. There is an elevated appreciation for the precious moments in each and every day, as well as a restlessness within us from holding back until times are safe again. The imbalance in coronavirus living is wearing us all down.

With that said, I hope this poem lifts your outlook on today.

It comes from Paul David Tripp’s book of meditations titled; My Heart Cries Out.  

T I M E

we think so much of
moments,
days,
years,
times past,
and things to come.
We deal with so much
regret of the past,
fear of the future,
and confusion in the present.
For us
time passes quickly—
we miss a moment;
or time creeps slowly—
days drag on.
We
anticipate what's coming
and hold on to what's gone.
Time
holds us,
molds us,
controls us.
Thankfully
God knows no time,
never expects,
never regrets
no looking forward,
no glancing back,
no surprises,
no mysteries,
nothing unexpected.
God dwells in an
eternal now.
All that he is,
he has forever been
and will forever be.
With him there is no
growth,
change,
or becoming.
He is security's foundation,
time's sovereign.
In a world where
everything is
ever-changing,
he is a rock of
secure,
unchanging,
eternal hope.

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May 1, 2020

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