God Up, Me Down

O God, You’re way up there and I’m down here,
and yet each day I take Your flesh and blood,
it blows my mind that You can come so near
to me, no better than the dust and mud.

And yet, O miserable me, I am so proud,
You gave the gifts that I take credit for,
I should pray soft instead of bragging loud,
unsatisfied, I keep demanding more.

If I’d just recognize Your right and rule,
and let Your love and greatness permeate
my soul instead of acting out the fool,
I too could soar and sing at heaven’s gate.

God of the universe so far away,
let me come close inside Your heart and stay.

                    -- by Pete Voelz     5/18/13
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