St. Cuthbert, Lindisfarne
For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. Eph 2:10
Lovingly planned,
Gently formed.
Carved and shaped by sublime hands.
Sanded and smoothed,
Rubbed and polished.
Crafted with pride and purpose.
Breathed into miraculous life.
Accompanied by the maker’s instructions;
To serve,
Be,
Do,
To the glory of the
The Master Craftsman.
Divine words creating
Shaping
Holy breath speaking into presence
Majestic imagination
Unfolding and weaving
Triunity
In partnership
Speaking, Breathing, Being
Creation blinks
Light streams forth
Air and water part
Land and sea claim their domains
Leaves shoot forth in their hallelujahs!
Stars, planets and comets scatter into space
The rhythm of being beats
The waters swirl with life
The land abounds
Then I am made
Like God!
Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!
How unsearchable 
his judgments,
and his paths beyond tracing out!
“Who has known the mind of the Lord?
Or who has been his counsellor?”
“Who has ever given to God,
that God should repay them?”
For from him and through him and for him are all things.
To him be the glory forever! Amen. Rom 11:33-36
Who am I to stand before you?
Majestic, Almighty, All powerful God!
Who am I to question you
or judge Your decisions?
All seeing, All knowing, All prescient God!
Who am I to know You
understand You?
Incomprehensible, Unchangeable, Eternal God!
Who am I to be loved by You?
Oh God full of Grace, Compassion
and unfathomable Love!
Who am I?
Nothing
outside Your Embracing arms.
Looking at the stars
Leaves me in wonder and amazement:
Their size,
The distance,
The physics,
The eternity of it all!
My mind cannot drink it in,
But my hearts says, “My God”!
My God the incredible creator.
And then there is
The sheer incomprehensible beauty,
The “twinkle” of the “diamonds” in the sky
Set upon black velvet.
Yes!
The heavens declare,
Shout, scream, bellow
The glory
Majesty, Vastness, Mystery,
Of God
And proclaim
The works of His hands!
My Creator
Loves me, His creation.
Nothing,
Not a thing
Will thwart His redeemed child from
Being brought to Him.
Waters high and
Rivers deep
Will not drown me,
Or wash me from His saving arms.
He will pay my ransom:
My Jesus, my Saviour!
I am His.
A polished jewel in His crown,
Rubbed clean with the cloth
Of His Holy Spirit.
Whether in the N. S. E or W
He brings me,
His prodigal,
Home!
Thank you Father,
Thank you
For your relentless gift of love.
Thank you Father,
Thank you
For your unstinting giving
Of life in you.
With the Psalmist,
Make me wise
… then wiser
In your love.
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