And the pain falls
like a curtain
On the things I
once called certain.
And I have to say the
the words I
fear the most,
I just don't know.
And the questions
without answers
Come and paralyze
the dancer.
So I stand here on the
stage afraid to move,
Afraid to fall.
Oh, but fall I must.
On this truth
that my life
has been formed
from the dust.
God is God
and I am not.
I can only see
a part of the
picture He's painting.
God is God
and I am man.
So I'll never
understand it all,
for only God is God.
And the sky begins
to thunder.
And I'm filled
with awe and wonder.
'Til the only
burning question
that remains
is who am I?
Can I form a
single mountain?
Take the stars in
hand and count them?
Can I even take
a breath without God
giving it to me?
He is first and last
before all that has
been beyond all
that will pass.
Oh, how great are
the riches of His
wisdom and knowledge!
How unsearchable for
to Him and through
Him and from
Him are all things!
So let us worship
before the throne of
the One who is
worthy of worship alone.
Oh, the depth of the
riches of the wisdom and
knowledge of God!
How unsearchable are
His judgments and His
ways past finding out!
For who has known the
mind of the Lord?
Or who has become
His counselor?"
Or who has first given
to Him and it shall
be repaid to him?"
For of Him and through
Him and to Him are
all things, to whom
be glory forever."
Romans 11:33-36
This page is dedicated to my
special and best friend
Michael Douglas Mitchell, Sr.
July 6,1955-Aug. 22, 2003
who is home with God
You will be deeply missed
by everyone who knew you.
