Theodicy of Redemption“Be glad and rejoice forever in what I create...” - Isaiah 65:18
What mind unfurled this whirling world
So graced with glimpse of glory?
On wanton wings my spirit sings
Creation’s staggering story.
It does not last; I mull, aghast,
Life, meaningless and feeble:
The doleful drone poor mortals moan
Of pain and death and evil.
A God whose hand each detail planned?
Such talk seems sick and twisted!
A perfect place—a perfect race—
He’d make if He existed.
Yet thus how quaint such crude complaint
Of clay against its molder!
Had I a yen to not have been,
My clamor could be bolder.
I can’t explain why God should deign
To fashion faulty creatures,
But what I see in you and me
Are not our final features.
The Lord above of grace and love
Has work as yet unfinished:
The heavens and earth will see rebirth
With glory undiminished.
Redemption’s song for those who long
To be God’s children, holy,
Can praise His name and spread His fame
Who meets their passion fully.
Ed Morris, 2011
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