By Evelyn Harrington
The meaning of unsearchable,
Of ways past find out,
That even though I seek Him,
No matter how devout,
I still only scratch the surface
Of the depth of endless days—
I can only reach the edges
Of His great and mighty ways.
But there’s wonder in the searching
That my heart’s created for,
That my glory is to know Him,
And with each day to know Him more.
Because when I look, I see Him,
And when I listen, I hear
This whisper of His presence,
That is pleasant to my ear.
And I know that in these moments,
When I stop to see His face,
That I’m only at the beginning
Of the edges of His grace.
The Judson Mosaic 