What strength do I possess?

What might can I claim?

What greatness can I boast?

Can I claim to hold life?

Can I be the steward of life and death?

Can these hands of mind contain the essence of existence?

Can these hands be the keepers of the breath of life?

Can they preserve and protect that which all mankind yearn to control?

Do they have the power to grant being?

How do I fathom these words?

“In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.” Job 12:10

A man’s actions may implant seed

Those actions may produce fertilization

And life may result

But where does that life come from?

Who oversees the importation of life?

Who causes it to be?

A man’s actions may be part of the process

but who grants that the act actually produce life?

It is most assuredly NOT of the man

It is NOT within us as the created thing

Apart from YOUR divine hand, no life shall be

No breath shall be taken

We are not the givers of life

The stewards of being

Were it not for your doing, life would simply not be

What a wonder this is!

A wonder that often feels lost

In a world of familiarity

YOU hold life in your hands, Abba.

YOU hold breath in your fingertips

It is kept in YOUR clutching embrace

You dispense it as you will

YOU are the keeper of life

By the strength of YOUR hand

Life is.