God somehow will make good of all that’s been,
all that's wiped out about us when we die,
all that's been done that won’t be done again
God's witnessed, so it's all inscribed on high.
God will bring dignity to all of it,
He'll show the meaning of each deed and thought,
our sins and stupid doings, every bit,
will make us wonder at what God has wrought.
All will be brought together for His praise,
we'll gasp at how He makes all things make sense,
all He renews will not cease to amaze,
and we'll all sigh at God's great Providence.
Let me, Lord, heap up here good fodder for
the wonderment for us You have in store.
-- by Pete Voelz 1/09
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