{"id":171,"date":"2008-01-09T11:19:49","date_gmt":"2008-01-09T15:19:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pdweaver.com\/blog\/?p=171"},"modified":"2008-01-18T15:56:19","modified_gmt":"2008-01-18T19:56:19","slug":"this-is-our-god","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/pdweaver.com\/blog\/?p=171","title":{"rendered":"This is Our God"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"006.jpg\"\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Created Truly In Love<\/font><\/p>\n

\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 In the depths of a mother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s womb,\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 <\/font><\/p>\n

God began His work of creation.<\/font><\/p>\n

His hands performed the mystery;<\/font><\/p>\n

His heart knew the plan for this one.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Every minute the purpose advanced,<\/font><\/p>\n

As His face bent o\u00e2\u20ac\u2122er the tiny being <\/font><\/p>\n

Just a seed scarcely visible,<\/font><\/p>\n

But expressive of all He was seeing.<\/font><\/p>\n

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In microscopic fashion He formed it,<\/font><\/p>\n

For Himself this creation was made,<\/font><\/p>\n

No human eye was permitted <\/font><\/p>\n

To perceive the full plan He had laid.<\/font><\/p>\n

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For hidden deep in its interior<\/font><\/p>\n

Were talents, visions, hope, and desires,<\/font><\/p>\n

All precisely designed and instilled<\/font><\/p>\n

Into the image His Presence inspired.<\/font><\/p>\n

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From His eyes shone anticipation<\/font><\/p>\n

Which reflected from the small beating heart,<\/font><\/p>\n

And from those same eyes trickled tears<\/font><\/p>\n

His compassion to deeply impart.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Every detail emerged with infinite care,<\/font><\/p>\n

As His plan unfolded into time,<\/font><\/p>\n

He smile revealed grateful completion<\/font><\/p>\n

Of a stunning masterpiece sublime.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Yet how from His heart burst a yearning<\/font><\/p>\n

Toward this invention He gave;<\/font><\/p>\n

So filled with Himself and His beauty,<\/font><\/p>\n

Yet by sin and itself was depraved.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He knew it was all for His glory,<\/font><\/p>\n

This life He miraculously gave<\/font><\/p>\n

To a small human person on earth;<\/font><\/p>\n

Yet He knew it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s end could be grave.<\/font><\/p>\n

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For the choice of destiny still lay,<\/font><\/p>\n

Within the heart of the imprisoned,<\/font><\/p>\n

Even tho\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 God intended all for Himself,<\/font><\/p>\n

He would never impose His decisions.<\/font><\/p>\n

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There lay the visions, \u00c2\u00a0talents impoverished<\/font><\/p>\n

By a nature not yet made like His own,<\/font><\/p>\n

There they grew and developed intensely<\/font><\/p>\n

With a need for deep love yet unknown.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Potential, love, passion, and desire<\/font><\/p>\n

All fought within to win the prize<\/font><\/p>\n

To Whom would the battle be given?<\/font><\/p>\n

For in the child\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heart \u00c2\u00a0surrender lies.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The desire for the truth is prevailing,<\/font><\/p>\n

But shaken and uncertain remains,<\/font><\/p>\n

And the devil creeps slowly nearer,<\/font><\/p>\n

A measure of truth he now feigns.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Perhaps he can mix truth and error,<\/font><\/p>\n

And disguise it with options that shine,<\/font><\/p>\n

Just a little of error that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s \u00e2\u20ac\u0153harmless\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/font><\/p>\n

To evolve into a lifestyle so fine.<\/font><\/p>\n

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So begins a warfare raging,<\/font><\/p>\n

In the heart of this magnificent child,<\/font><\/p>\n

The Master waits on silently, <\/font><\/p>\n

His tear-filled eyes loving and mild.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He knows that His love is unchanging<\/font><\/p>\n

He knows that His plans are fulfilled,<\/font><\/p>\n

In the perfect creation before Him<\/font><\/p>\n

If his heart would just willingly yield.<\/font><\/p>\n

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He knows salvation is completed<\/font><\/p>\n

And that Love is established and True,<\/font><\/p>\n

But He waits for the heart to surrender<\/font><\/p>\n

And He waits for faith to shine through.<\/font><\/p>\n

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His Spirit He waits to impart<\/font><\/p>\n

Into the heart of His child so dear,<\/font><\/p>\n

His desires breathe the joy He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll instill<\/font><\/p>\n

When his son just decides to draw near.<\/font><\/p>\n

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But He waits \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 for He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll never cross over<\/font><\/p>\n

To make a choice for the one He loves.<\/font><\/p>\n

He respects the free will of his children<\/font><\/p>\n

Waits in silent appeal from above.<\/font><\/p>\n

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