I'm...

An irritation to His eyes-
a speck of dust, those tears He cries;
and yet He will not sweep away
these dusty apples rule His day.

I do not know nor understand
this love that moves His Holy hand;
why does He care, what have we done?
while some receive - yet others shun.

If I compare my puny frame
to God's eternal power and name,
creation has no bounds; no end
my mind can't grasp nor comprehend.r

If you believe, (or maybe not),
your mind is closed, (a sceptic's lot);
how vast His love, can hearts distend?
to grasp this hope -- His hand extends.
R.Owen 28/01/2016