My God Was Always There

A Poem of the Presence

I walked into the deep dark wood
Where countless trees and shadows stood
And yet with darkness all around
I looked for light and there I found:
My God was walking there.

I sailed across the still blue sea
but even there he followed me
I dived down deep where darkness dwells
Yet even in the deepest wells
My God was wading there

I climbed upon a mountain high
where clouds are born and eagles fly
but as I looked from mountain height
and caught my breath at that great sight
My God was with me there

I went on further into space
But in that silent, airless place
Where sun and moon in glory stand
I knew I never left his hand
My God was waiting there

Yet why was God in sea and shore
and was he with me evermore?
I sought the answers in the past
and found and understood at last:
My God was weeping there.

The sun was darkened in the sky
A man was dying with a cry
And there, in darkness on a hill
I knew why God was with me still
My God was wounded there

No Father who had given all
Could ever let his children fall
A God who bore a wound for me
Would never let me go unseen
My God would always care

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