Who Made Thee

Oh quivering sapphire sphere

How purposely you spin within
His golden light of life suspended
yet held in perfect peace

Oh how His royal will does fill
each hue of shifting blues to still
each new and swelling dewdrop

How your skirt of vapor folds
‘round your girth in sheer surrender
to His endless glorious worth

Oh how His smallest ant can teach
your sleeping sluggards to repent
without the cant of boasting

How His gust of blustery winds
can bruise your densest mountains
yet not His tend’rest reeds

Oh how you sigh in purest song
sung timelessly in endless trill
by graceful things with wings

How His lapping waves do rise
and fall at each command to shape
your calloused crags and ragged lands

Oh how His bees turn dust to gold
and with their sapid wealth do shame
all toilsome strife and greedy gain

How His sunlight spills to rinse
a thousand hills and vales and lees
and sapless roots and fruitless trees

Oh how His fields and vales rejoice
of richest fern and blossoms’ poise
atop your dim and dismal graves

How your perfect beauty’s marred
by fallen things and curséd shards
and yet you felt His feet and held

The blood of Him who made thee!

Petra O. Hefner

Scripture

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11 thoughts on “Who Made Thee

  1. That. Was. Lovely. Thanks so much, Petra! :)

    I particularly loved this line:

    “How His sunlight spills to rinse
    a thousand hills and vales and lees
    and sapless roots and fruitless trees.”

    What an evocative way to describe sunlight!

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  2. Oh my, Petra. Such beautiful, God-gloryifying words. How He has gifted you. (And, yes, I know you give Him all the glory!) :)

    This will be copywork for my darling children. Thank you! Thank you!

    Much love and lots of hugs!

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  3. I just finished studying the parable of the sower. Your lines

    “How His sunlight spills to rinse
    a thousand hills and vales and lees
    and sapless roots and fruitless trees.”

    beautifully reflect what God, the sower and the maker of the good soil in our hearts, does when he opens our eyes and ears and ends our fruitlessness. I thank God for your beautiful poem. Thank you for posting it. Now I have another favorite poem, this one.

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  4. Wonderful! Reposted as soon as my weeping became controllable.

    BTW, the email link to this post is disabled– I had to hunt for it by title (well worth the effort).

    God bless!

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  5. Simply beautiful, Petra. I LOVE when you share your poetry!

    I was cut to the heart when I read this part in particular:

    “How His gust of blustery winds
    can bruise your densest mountains
    yet not His tend’rest reeds.”

    What a Saviour! Thank you for sharing this — it is truly a blessing!

    Love you dearly!

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  6. Hi Petra,

    I really like this rich and reverent declaration of the glory of God in His creation! After reading it, all I could do is worship the Lord our Creator and bow down to His incomprehensible perfection in all things. You take the indescribable and describe it. Praise be to God for this gift He has given you for us to enjoy. Blessings, sister.

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