"And when I set my face against them, you will know that I am the LORD." Ezekiel 15:7
All this trouble, Lord, so they would know? You set signs in the sky, bodies of splendor declaring there is a Sovereign King. You made earth with roaring oceans, waters that circle, sustain, and surround all life. You made mountains to tremble before You Whose hands were their mold. You made ants to march like soldiers at Your command, and daffodils to bloom in winter's chill when all else would rather play dead. They all say You are LORD. You made babes to quiet at their mother's touch, and lovers to sigh at each others'. You made souls cry out for someone to serve and hearts to yearn with unkept longing. Our very beings say You are LORD. All of creation knows it. Your mighty works proclaim in overwhelming sound, inundating glory, drowning out even stubbornest deafness: You are LORD!
So I would think.
And yet You act with justice, mercifully, -- You are good -- now even tenderly, gently, Mighty God, that we might know that You are LORD. What is man that You are mindful of him? O LORD, tear away our self-inflicted blindness! We are like children playing with knives, screaming at the top of our lungs, insisting, "We cannot hear You. We did not hear, so You said nothing." And yet Your whispers are overpowering: "Be still; know that I Am. Give Me your burdens. Peace, little one. I love you." The child screams louder and hearts become hard. How can You love that, Lord? Yet what is Yours, You make lovely. Your love astounds me. I hope they listen and know You are LORD.