My one true reference point
My legs to stand on
My only constant, and consistent thing
My end and my beginning
My Lord and my God
My eternal reference point
The place I keep coming back to
The wonder my wandering feet keep walking away from
The orbit you keep pulling me back into
My logical conclusion
My wild mystery
My beautiful, rational Savior
I will never reach the end of you
You will never run out of grace on me
The God who made the stars
And the sand
And the sea
Holds my hand
And calls me His "poem"
And "masterpiece"
