I pick up my head to see
everything surrounding me.
My eyes soak in this tiny town,
and it's cold spring splendor.
I think about God's perspective,
how vast his gaze must be.
A landscape of a mountain,
could be but hills to Him.
My singular two-eyed view
only has one story to tell,
but God has millions-
how can I compete?
I can't-
but I have my own story
to finish telling, to finish living.
The story of my life, God has written
in His grand perspective
and I'm fixed on writing this.
