Diffused Triumphs


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Diffused jet trail

How magnificently obvious and roaring is the Majestic power of God.

A plane had flown from east to west, leaving a trail of disturbance.  A disturbance that was never intended to be, in the beginning.

But God, in his Magnificent and Glorious Strength, diffused the wake of man’s tiny triumph into a painting beyond the imagination.

So it is this morning, as I begin my day.  So is his glorious promise, when the Day of God dawns.  The tiny triumphs of man will be diffused.  They will not be found among the Glorious Beauty which is Jesus the Christ of God!

By His Grace

The Magnificent Tiny Man!


Oh you are successful,
You little rascal you!

By doing what no other
Tiny man on earth could do. 

How amazingly strong are you!

With thumb extended,
And held way high,

You cast a shadow on your tiny little eye;

Blocking out the Sun from shining,

On the rest of all mankind!

Such is the one who determines in his heart to do only the portions of Christianity which bring him profit.

By His Grace