There is a mystery in the ways of God that I will never fully understand.

He says, “Go, do these things,” but what we fail to grasp is that as we go, He does His wonders, even before we have done and said, even before we finish what we started.

God of wonders, beyond our imagination, is what He is and is to come.

How privileged we are to be called children of God and to embark on these adventures with Him. We are blessed to witness these wonders, and even more so, to be of the hand He uses to do His works.

“What is man that you are mindful of him or the son of man that you care for him?” I ask myself, daily, perplexed at the love of God.

There is so much I do not understand.

My mouth opens, as my heart fills full as I gaze upon His beauty, yet words don’t come. Words are not enough. Even actions couldn’t express fully the awe-struck feelings within me. So I close my eyes, searching within, hoping this God who has known all before I came to be, would know the heart within me.

May He who knows all, know I am at a place where my worship seems insufficient, as I think of the radiance of His glory.

Where can I go from your presence, where can I flee from you, O Maker of sky and earth, O Creator of the universe and all that is yet to be?

You are too wonderful for me.

At present, the only place I know to be true is to be found on my knees, before the El Roi, the God who sees.

Far be it from me to try to understand, your thoughts, your ways, the greatest of your plans. I only wish, and pray to you, that as you speak, my heart would be true.

For only in the abide
In the midst of your will
Can my eyes stay steady
Can I hear you say Be Still

O that I would know
And never look away
As distractions are present
Throwing themselves in my way

Jesus, I admit to you
I am in need of your hand
Not only to walk
But even to stand

There is no reason to try
To do things my way
For I am left alone
Without you to obey

And this is the thing
This is the key
If not for obedience
A different tune I would sing

If not for you
To tell me right and wrong
I would be lost, in darkness
Singing Death as a song

In you there is life
For all you did on the cross
The things you continue to do
Put my words at a loss

How can I express to you
O my gratitude!
Why me? is the question
I cannot find the answer to

Who am I
You should look upon
To create your wonders
To sing your heaven songs?

There is so much I fail to understand!

Yes, I see death
But O how I see light
I hear the praise rise within me
Though my weeping lasted through the night

You are always faithful
Unchanging as the dawn
Heaven and earth will fade away
But the God of Wonders lives on!

My heart is full, and now the words have come.

The heart within me
Trembled when you said
“Daughter, go and speak, and
Do not fear the thoughts in their head.”

How my hands shook
And my head felt faint
But when you took my hands and tongue
I could not dare to hesitate

For you use us freely
When we tell you we are yours
If our hope is put in you
As on eagle’s wings we will soar

You bring us higher
From glory to glory
Soaring on your wings
We are cast into your love story

Romeo and Juliet
Have nothing on you, O King
Your love conquers the flesh in us
It is a fountain of life to all who would drink

Father, friend
Teacher, and priest
This is my symphony
To only thee

Use me, love me
I know I will change
For the closer I get to you
I find I am never the same

You transform all those around you
From death to life they go
LIFE, LIFE, LIFE
Is the only thing you sow

May I never grow accustomed
To the miracles you do
May I always stay kneeling
In awe before you

May there never be a moment
I take the glory upon myself
If that moment ever comes
Please, put me back on the shelf

For if I am not giving you
All that you deserve
Father, don’t use me
Until I have learned how to serve

For servants don’t boast
Nor in work do they take pride
They merely obey their Master’s voice
As they walk along his side

You are my Master
To your love I am a slave
For it has brought me life eternal
So I may never taste the grave

These words are not enough
My heart knows it well
Yet, I feel your pleasure
As I continue to weave my tale

Through lips formed by your hands
And my hands formed by your words
I will tell the nations of the wonders you did
Through me, the Undeserved

Not a moment goes by
I have forgotten all I saw
I still do not understand
So I continue to kneel in awe

Till the next chapter,
Katya