Opening

The Lord opens my heart
Like He opens the flowers
With his own fingers.

I am waiting here
In a winter place
For what only he can do.

Perhaps spring.
My hope. 

God is sovereign
No man can stop his arm
And no one can say
"What do you think you're doing?"

He is God. He is God.
No one can stop him, control him, contain him.
No one can educate him.
He doesn't have a supervisor.

Power belongs to Him.

And He is good.
And owes us nothing,
And gives us everything.

Makes the sun shine
And the rain fall
On the wicked
And the just.

Who is like God?
In all the universe?

No one
Can stay
His hand.