A poem by Joshua Luke Smith as read by Jason Campbell. Oh God, my thoughts of you have been too small, and they have been too few. Lift my eyes, so I can see you Above my cynicism, and the sin that sinks beneath my bones, blood, muscles, and sinew Remind me that I am in you. And in everything I have been through, you have been there. There has never been a millisecond or a second of your attention that has been elsewhere. You are the God who makes a way on my darkest, most desperate days, parts the reddest waves and holds me in your gaze and offers me a tender grace. You are the God who made the mountain range, made the Everglades You are the God who paints the details on the wings of a hummingbird. You are the God who carves out canyons and pours out oceans You thought of the supernova explosion. You wrote the code to DNA and spoke the whole cosmos into being You are the God who gave David the aim that made a giant's grave You are the God who made Daniel sleep like a baby in a lion's cave You're the God who made it rain like fire when Elisha prayed You're the God who changed a nation with a child of Josiah's age You're the God of the infinite and the infinitesimal You are the God of the metaphysical and the invisible The God of quarks, quantums, protons, and the poet's psalm You are the God of every nation, generation, tribe, and tongue You are the God who was, and is, and is to come, whose holy throne will never be overthrown Who makes justice run like a mighty flood And by your blood and final death, you poured out love, and you have conquered death. O God, any attempt to define you, only confines you You are the God who was, and is, and is to come. And you are holy, and all of this is true But my thoughts of you have been too small, and they have been too few. You are holy. A poem by: Joshua Luke Smith
