Throughout each storm,
You are the calm.
To wounded hearts,
You are the balm.
Panoramic--
You see one view.
Microscopic--
Is your view, too!
Our Dimensions
Are four daily.
Your Dimensions--
Infinity!
Our struggle here
Isn't hard to see.
To comprehend
"How vast are Thee?"
We see darkly,As through a glass.
Yet to know you,
One must but ask.
Maranatha,
Anna