Wonder

I wonder

at your Creation.

It's beauty. It's groaning.

I wonder at your love for me.

It is so complete,
not limited by my understanding,
or my ability to receive it yet.

I wonder why I struggle
to believe the absolute truth
of miraculous death defeating,
life giving resurrection power.

I wonder why I care so much
for that which does not last.

I could continually invest
in the eternal.

I am full of wonder at your death,
that you Creator God
would willingly die
at the hands of your Creation.

I wonder at

Forgiveness,

Grace,

Salvation,

Redemption,

and other words with meanings
so rich and deep
I must not hurry past them,

but ponder,

and allow myself

to be filled with wonder.