THE CLOUD OF UNTHINKING

His ways at last are beyond our grasp, 

The breadth of His Being beyond all showing.

His truth so vast from our reach is past, 

Hiding Himself in the cloud of unknowing. 

But must He bind Himself from the minds 

Of those who would not seek His inkling?

His truth could they find with hearts so blind

Who hide from Him in the cloud of unthinking?

If our hearts are filled with selfish will 

Can we ever know His presence within,

Souls compelled by lust unfulfilled 

Until we die in unbelief and sin?

Yet the gospel's grace can be embraced 

To open the minds of the sons of men.

He died in the place of Adam's race

To redeem His own from the fate of sin.

This poem was published in the book Take Me To The Garden.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07YSVLW24/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i10

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