God of the aching numbness.
Lord of the palpable emptiness.
God of the blatant barrenness.
Lord of the painful silence.
God of the bare-bone brokenness.
Father of the soul-wrenching solitude.
God of the no-thing nothingness.
In
seasons of ploughing and sowing, You are God.
In seasons of drought
and sorrow, You are forever Lord.
At harvest time, You are still God.
You never change even as the seasons come and go like the relentless ebb and flow of a quiet and strong ocean.
You are Lord of
all.
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