God is a rock, Who strikes me by surprise,
all trustworthy yet unpredictable,
from all directions, always in disguise,
He wakes me up with a little miracle.
His startling GMCs are signs He’s there,*
His presence means He’s One I can rely on,
His personal interest shows His love and care,
giving support--and then a cross to die on.
God catches me before I go astray,
yet leaves me free to distance His control,
though I fly far, He will not go away,
He bides, and plans some new tricks for my soul.
Annoying God, Who will not let me be,
I trust You have a good surprise for me.
*God-Made Coincidences
by Pete Voelz 6/5/15
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