A Mysterious God…

Open my physical and inner mind, even my spirit; that I’ll be able to accommodate this feeling of ignorance:

How deep is your wisdom? How far will/does your understanding go? Who below the earth, on earth and above the earth, even in the furthest places can tell the junctions where you meet people and bless them?

Who can determine your way before you let those you please know? In your silence, who can tell what you’re thinking about, even what you are planning for your glorious and mysterious creation?

How far does you sight go my God if you can see through the minds and hearts of all people throughout the whole world at all times, and you do it without resting?

You determined the course of everything before time was, and only you can alter anything you have pre-determined. My minute mind can’t think anything worth considering of you; even my spirit melts at your revelations!

Who explains your decisions? Who can understand your ways? Who surely knows the fullness of your mind, O God? Who can give you advice? Who has ever given you anything so that you had to pay it back?

We all plead because you are our creator father, king and master. We all beg because you are our sole provider. Even spirits don’t know enough about you, not even the angels that you’ve put so close to yourself; they are still amazed by your power, your wisdom, your glory, even your love for mankind!

Who can tell any of your secrets; who can really discover any secret you’ve not let them know?

Who can individually discover anything about you except it be revealed by your Holy Spirit?

Who can escape you eyes? Who can run away from you judgment?

All that you have created has a debt to pay to you; it’s a debt to all your creation to worship you, and you alone as our God.