to every finite man

When I come to the end of myself[,] it’s probably because God is
teaching me how to find the beginning of Him.—Craig D. Lounsbrough

He gives me, every day,
my daily bread;
renews each moment He
my fleeting breath.
the tapestry i weave
from every thread
follows He, from my crib
unto my death.

each moment of my joy
He multiplies;
each throb of cutting pain
He sweetly calms.
in times of bounty, sends
He me the cries
of broken souls that live
from asking alms.

with each petition of
my solemn heart,
bids He me come before
His Royal Throne;
He listens when i sing,
How great Thou art!
me rescues He, when i
am lost, undone.

unto the ends of earth
and highest heav'n,
knows He each particle
of cosmos space;
to every finite man,
one life is giv'n,
and all shall bow before
His Holy Face.

© Copyright 2022 February 19
by Clyve A. Bowen♫