I Am Still With You

I was looking through an old journal from 2009, and found this poem that God laid on my heart one morning while watching the sun rise:

I wait anxiously as the sky 

Begins to fill with brilliant colors 

And the majesty of the sun

Peaks over the distant horizon. 

Blown away I sit and watch. 

Thoughts begin to flood my mind. 

Overwhelmed by the beauty of Creation, 

I sit silent. 

Slowly the sun glistens 

Through the branches 

Of the Oak tree, 

Each branch full of colorful fall leaves, 

Ready to break free 

And fall to the ground 

In anticipation of winter. 

The sky is now splashed with colors of blue, 

Deep blue and white, 

And the day is just beginning. 

As I sit silently on the damp steps, 

Covered with a thin layer of morning dew, 

I am reminded Who made all these things. 

From the outstanding orange and yellow 

That each tree seems to boast, 

To the rays of sunlight 

Bursting through the thick 

Smoke of the chimney. 

The awakening of each and every bird 

With its unique call and sound, and 

The dew on each leaf, that 

Gives each one the look 

Of existence and splendor. 

Even as a small bird flutters across the sky, 

I ask myself: 

“Who gave the bird the ability to fly? 

Who feeds the Raven? 

Who clothes the lily of the field

And makes it grow? 

Who watches over the wild animals 

And gives them a place to stay?

Who paints the sky with a 

Unique, new, pattern every morning, 

Never ceasing to amaze me?” 

…In my silence, I found the answer, 

As a still small voice whispered into my ear:


 "I did – 

I created all this for you, 

So that you would run back to Me. 

A long time ago I walked you through 

My perfect garden, 

But you ran from Me. 

I called out to you, 

But you did not answer… 

You were scared and ashamed 

Because you had abandoned My instruction. 

So I waited - patiently, anxiously - 

Just as you wait for that 

Beautiful sunrise every morning. 

I called out to you through 

Those early morning sights: 

Through the birds. 

Through the painted skies. 

Through the colors splashed in the trees, and 

Through the rays of sunlight 

Piercing those puffy white clouds. 

I silently called to you as you 

Passed by those moss-covered rocks 

Cloaked in white rapids – 

You never stopped to take it all in. 

I called, you did not answer. 

Oh, how I long to be with the 

Creature I have created. 

Because you are my daughter. 

I am your Father, and I love you.” 

In my silence, I close my eyes, 

And picture the face of my Father. 

With a power and might so immense, 

I am left unable to look into his eyes. 

It’s as if the sun were reflecting on a sheet of ice, 

Blinding me from all that surrounds me. 

My Father is gentle, and loving, 

His warmth is bound around me, 

But I can sense His justice and authority 

As I am enveloped in His arms of love. 

It is then that I realize that there is 

Nowhere to flee from His Spirit. 

His presence is everywhere I look. 

As I look into the sky, 

I see His warm smile. 

When I feel unloved, and 

As if no one in this world cares, 

My Father in heaven does. 

As I run my race, 

Day by day, 

And feel weak and weary, 

He is there to lift me up. 

Through the brilliance of Creation 

I see His face. 

He knows everything about me: 

My anxious thoughts, 

When I rise, 

When I fall, 

My actions and my words. 

As I sit, chills run up and down my back – 

My God is ever-present. 

He is near because I’ve called on Him in truth. 

He fulfills my desires, 

For I fear Him. 

Hearing my cry, He saves me, 

And lifts me up out of the pit. 

As I sleep, He watches over me. 

And when I awake 

To start my day once more – 

HE IS STILL WITH ME.