I.\u00a0 Where the wave’s concerned, then, would you say there’s not much chaos to it?<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Could that every one’s hand-crafted, cased, and signed, and set adrift?<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Is each wake crafted aft each vessel summons, then, the Crafter’s hand –<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Each movement in each moment: a movement in a moment of a plan?<\/p>\n
And does this case for chaos cast a question to the frequency of God?<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Each dark cloud blown by Him and known –<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Each raindrop waiting for the nod?<\/p>\n
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II.\u00a0 Could it be God’s the same forever – ever will and ever been?<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If He loved once when He created, would He change, then, when we’ve sinned?<\/p>\n
Could, then, our God of love loose chaos on the seasons and the seas –<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Do dark clouds blow and beckon sorrow – largely by our God unseen?<\/p>\n
Or do we see Christ on the cross\u00a0– O, holy love, in tragedy –<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And find diminished thoughts of chaos as this storm saved you and me?<\/p>\n