I praise the One whose arms support me,
who knows when to lift me above danger,
who knows when to put me back down to face it,
whose presence is ever with me.
who keeps the unseen way clear.

I praise the One who constantly surprises,
whose way is wonder, whose method is mystery,
whose playground is murky, gray and ambiguous
and therefore joyful and unsettling and off-balance,
who waits smiling for my ego to disappear.

Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.