Gentle There

When I reach out to God, He's gentle there,
when I need Him, He doesn't miss a beat,
He reaches out to me with gentle care,
His cooling countenance turns down the heat.
Why does Someone so big help one so small,
how can He with a universe to keep,
when does He find the time to help at all,
who am I midst the billions of His sheep?
I marvel at the close attention paid,
He minds my sins as well as keeps me fed,
He pierces me with His bold spiritual blade,
He gently gives me life, then bears me dead.
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude to You,
O God, let me be gentle with You too.

                              -- by Pete Voelz     5/09