Sometimes, I feel like I box God in. I get to the point where things become ritualistic and God's just there for me to run to when things go bad. Then there are times where God opens my eyes and gives me a figurative slap across the face as if to say "excuse you, I'm God. I knew you before YOU knew you. I was, am, and will be. You can't contain me." And in that moment, with tha realization, God's amazing love washes over me. He's not something to be boxed in, contained. He's God. The King. The creator. The ever and the after. He's a forgiver. Things from my past which come back to nag at me can't hurt me. Though an army rage against me, they can't scale the walls of this Strong Tower, mighty in love. Never.
Clothed in rainbows of living color,
Flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder
Blessing and honor, strength and
Glory and power be
to You the only wise King
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
Who was and is and is to come
With all creation i sing
praise to the King of Kings
You are my everything
and I will adore You.
ולכל אחת מארבע החיות שש כנפים מסביב ולפנימה הנה מלאות עינים ואין דמי להן יומם ולילה ואמרות קדוש קדוש קדוש יהוה אלהים צבאות היה והוה ויבוא׃
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