God…who gives life to the dead and calls things that are not
as though they are.
you long for things most would never dare reach for.
You’re like a hero of old,
those who were led by their heart’s desires and
was their highest aim.
If they heard your boasts, some might say you are
like a god
they might pen accolades and
about your prowess and
strength, your knighthood and
In fact, that is exactly who you
wish to be.
a god. A beautiful, uprising warrior-god, ravishing the world
with your strength.
but you don’t have
broad bronze shoulders
or a noble mien
or a great gleaming sword
you are small
with a twitching nose and humble
velvet ears, you
don’t fill the footsteps of those mighty men
treading through all the stories.
you have a pride
too swollen for your
and a voice
too small to claim
in this impossible paradox
does the Mighty One stake his claim.
the great gold-maned shadow-presence
behind you – massive paws and thunderous
Here is my brave one, my humble one,
he who I will exalt.
I will make my shadow his!
in his strength you are lifted up
by his words you are glorified.
walk with confidence
in the path of your desires,
you desire God’s country,
and he is leading you there.