Lord, you are
Above, beyond, behind, below.
You're greater far than we can know.
Lord, all our value comes from you,
And all our joy; our meaning, too.
But we are nothing, we are dust
When we're compared with the All-just.
Forgive us, Lord, for boasting show.
Lead us in your Spirit's flow.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
--Isaiah 55:9, ESV
Poem and photo ©2009 James L. Swindle