How does God make the blood flow in my veins?
He starts my life, how does He make love start?
Our science can’t explain what God ordains,
for whence comes the compassion in my heart?
Why do birds fly when cows are tied to earth?
One plods the ground, the other scours the sky,
I know it’s more than accident of birth
why angels soar to heaven, but I can’t fly.
Yet God has gifted me a soul that soars,
careens through time or swiftly ‘round the globe,
and better--praises God, loves and adores,
accepts joy from the Lord, or tears like Job.
The world’s delights, O Lord, cannot compare
to Your kind answer to my fervent prayer.
-- by Pete Voelz 6/13/13
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