They say
You are The Great Maker
And that long before I was ever made
You made the shore, and it was the most expansive
But Your servant, King David - does not agree
He says the shore; expansive as it is
Is not as grand as Your Thoughts towards me
They say
You made the Sun, and it was the brightest
But The Great Apostle Paul does not agree
He says the sun, even at its brightest; at noon
Is not as radiant as Your Countenance
They say
You made the plants and all the vegetation
And gave them to us for our sustenance
But The Cross does not agree
The Cross says The Vine, is the only Life Eternal
They say
You made the animals too
And gave them to man for food
But The Great Prophet Jonah strongly disagrees;
He says at Your Word
He became food for the fish
And still, at that Word
The fish preserved him
And dropped him at his place of assignment
They say
You made the thunder, the lightning, the tempest
You made them the most mighty, boisterous, domineering
But Your servant, King David; disagrees yet again
He says Your Voice, splinters the mightiest cedars
And yet, he says; that same Voice
Blesses Your people with peace
The tempest moves at your Word
Searching out the most rebellious Prophets
The sea is not deep enough to hide your Chosen
Your Eyes roam the earth and everything below
The darkness, they say, is light to you
They also say
You made the greatest men
That ever walked this earth
But even The Great Prophet; Moses
Trembled with fear in Your Presence
He was a very meek man
What manner of Maker are You
That the sky, the sea, the sun
Captivating as they are
Do not even come close
In fact, they say
The storm and the winds obey You
Like every ardent student
In intense curiosity, I’m drawn in
I am drawn in
Like a child drawn to a flame
I hear That Great Prophet - Moses
He was drawn to The Fire that did not consume
I hear, that same flame morphed into a Fiery Pillar
And led Your people to the land You promised
I am drawn in
And the more I seek, the more I find
The more I find, the more I know
And the more I know, the more I thirst
The more I thirst, the more I am filled
I drink from The Vine
I drink of Your Blood
I hear Your Blood speaks a better Word
I partake of Your Flesh
I hear Your Flesh is healing to my bones
I also hear it puts to death, my own flesh
I drink from The Vine
And what Vine, but my King
And what King, but my Father
What Father, but my Friend
What Friend, but my Maker
And if You made the grandeur
Of all the beauty around me
There are no words to describe
The manner of great treasure
You have planted
In this earthen vessel.