Shifting Land and Sinking Sand

The earth did shift!
Did God lift His hand?

All hope in man is shifting land, sinking sand.

His proud waves
stayed not their place
but rolled in
that they may speak

of His power
of His might
of His mercy, Yes!

They speak even now of His compassion!

How calm the sea
of hearts that feel
His passions raging.

How shaken the faith
of men who design
tremor-proof castles.

Some idols did shift!
Did God lift His gifts?

All trust in luxuries is shifting land, sinking sand.

Man’s fondest gems
did not calm His axe
but lost their value
that they may speak

of His blessings
of His grace
of His mercies, Yes!

They speak even now of His patience!

How calm the mind
of hearts that seek
God’s true wisdom.

How turbid the thoughts
of men who drink
their own conceit.

Some pride did shift!
Did God lift His head?

All trust in rank is shifting land,  sinking sand.

Man’s surest sways
did not trump His will
but were silenced
that they may speak

of His worth
of His beauty
of His holiness, Yes!

They speak even now of His promise.

How sure the life
of hearts that break
beneath His cross.

How swift the days
of men who worship
ease and comfort.

Some status did shift!
Did God lift His voice?

All trust in works is shifting land, sinking sand.

Man’s highest aspirations
did not change His truth
but were shattered
that they may speak

of His sovereignty
of His faithfulness
of His Son, Yes!

They speak even now of the Savior!

How dead the death
of hearts that trust
in Christ for life.

How real the graves
of men who build
their own good heavens.

Some treasures did shift!
Did God lift His eyes?

All hope in wealth is shifting land, sinking sand.

Man’s novel dominions
did not thwart His gaze
but were uprooted
that they may speak

of His majesty
of His kingdom
of His justice, Yes!

They speak even now of His return!

How great the joy
of hearts that sing
God almighty reigns!

How dark the day
of men who’ll scream
Mountains, fall on us!

— Petra O. Hefner

Scripture

Her Pen

Her pen

drips ink
form the art
of her heart
as it spills more
questions into a book
already written

hoping to gain
a much closer look
at the One who gave all
because He was
is and is yet
to come

from His word
His wisdom revealing
His will
His patience
His passion bleeding
endless mercy and grace.

This little poem happened in response to Nahno McLein’s 60×60 challenge. I didn’t quite make it and it’s been tweaked. :-(