Whose

There is power in the tongue,

but whose voice

can carry the sun?

There is sway in songs,

but whose words

can make oceans sway along?

There is legislation in politics,

but whose decree

can shape the laws of physics?

There is value in handiwork,

but whose hands

can stretch the universe?

There is revenge in violence,

but whose wrath

can make violence silent?

There is comfort in money,

but whose currency

can remove all suffering?

There is conviction in the law,

but whose decisions

can do no wrong?

There is hope in liberty,

but whose reign

can make all wickedness flee?

There is joy and rest in love,

but whose love

never ends and always was?

There is a drive to survive

and be self-sufficient,

but humility senses

the strength in submission.

I am contingent, imperfect,

and not in control.

I submit to the name

that upholds my soul.