soli Deo gloria
God of history be
near my heart that I may know
your mind; unfathomable,
unsearchable light. Your
mercy and riches, with
wisdom and knowledge: I gasp
in awe, thunderstruck,
wondering. And with no
repayment possible
another pilgrim will
take an old rucksack, packed
with little, carry it far
while enjoying the view
from the summit and straining
to catch a glimpse of home.
God of History
be near my heart
soli Deo Gloria