An Angry God

I rest in the hands of an Angry God.

I fear Him and He is my refuge.

He may crush me and yet He is

my certain salvation.

He blesses my destruction and yet

by Him I will be healed.

He is with me in my struggles

and he fuels my debate.

He reassures me with turmoil...

for by this fight, I know I have not yet lost.

Sweet is this battle and joyful is this journey.

I cherish this blood, sweat, and tear filled life.

I breath his countenance deep into my temporal lungs

and I taste his eternity,

and I long for that which I fear.

I am cradled by the hands of an Angry God.

And I find peace.

And I feel His Anger.

And I realize His love for me...

and weep.

-October the  Fifth, 2003