Tricky God

An infinite God has possibilities--
endess to choose, a giant bag of tricks,
the millions with their million destinies,
His time and power to throw into the mix.

A crafty God, see what He’s done already--
billions of stars, and He has just begun,
it’s clear He can’t be charged with being petty,
how can He care for such a little one?

Tricks, games and foolishness He’s not above,
for pain and death and hate He has left space,
the God of mystery answers all with love,
His friendship, favor, strength summed up in grace.

O Lord, though small as all the world can see,
how fortunate Your favor falls on me.

                       -- by Pete Voelz       10/2/12