Gaze up. Stare out. Let go. Look far.
Ponder infinity, then what we are.
See the heavens dance with light.
Perceive the stars like kids at night.
Take the time to just observe.
Grant them the wonder that they deserve.
Contemplate that we can’t count
A tiny fraction of their amount.
Deliberate that they don’t stop.
Let that sink while jaw is dropped.
Think of cosmos, vast, unseen.
Consider what that has to mean.
Realize how much this tells.
See a viewpoint must be held.
Because infinity isn’t fiction
I must choose a proposition.
Leave the fence and take a stance:
Mighty Ruler or random chance?
To infinity, I must reply
And ask the simple question….why?
There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on every beach
That outstretch all strips of seashore that earth’s shores have stretched to reach
The more that I discover with this restricted, roped-in mind
When I gaze into the heavens, it’s infinity I find
To wrap my mind around a notion I still toil to comprehend:
I live inside a universe…that never seems to end
What a concept for my framework, my systematic kind of brain
To think I live inside a cosmos…that doesn’t have a frame
Through boundaries and borders is how our minds allege
Yet exist within a universe…that doesn’t have an edge
Does this not generate reflection or at least some form of doubt?
The kind that never leaves me until the answers I find out?
Doesn’t this type of knowledge bring responsibility to my door?
Doesn’t this petition that my soul must go explore?
Does this not bring accountability, the requirement of a task?
Isn’t there a question that’s just begging to be asked?
Yes. This is a crossroads. I’m afraid I must decide
Get off the fence and pick a route that I’ll put faith to deep inside
Yes. I have a choice to make. A fork stands in my road
And a universe that’s infinite gives me two ways I can go:
If the universe is infinite, then life is infinitely chance
I’m a miscarriage of nature, an infinitely random circumstance
I’m just some shot in the dark that the universe got right
And so becomes earth’s temperature, orbit, atmosphere, and light
Life is infinitely lucky and this continues from the start
I hit the jackpot every second with breathing lungs and beating heart
I exist without a purpose, a higher calling, or a plan
And confined to this reality is all the rest of random man
There’s nobody who listens; I’m aware on my own
When I gaze up at the sky, I know I’m infinitely alone
Life is infinitely erratic and there’s no one in control
I’m born, I die, and then decay- I live without a soul
My origin lacks a purpose, and so it must be when I die
So I’ll struggle to find it in-between and then I’ll always wonder why
Life is infinitely meaningless, and I’ll never find my place
I am nothing but coincidence and I exist to take up space
If the universe is infinite, then there is God, eternal Being
Who is infinitely creative and able to create all things
His power is truly infinite, painting galaxies in our skies
He crafts the stars in infinite sums, arrangements, shapes, and size
Because He’s infinitely capable of magnitudes I can’t conceive
He’s infinitely qualified to call the shots when cells are weaved
There’s a reason all exists and to Him alone it all aligns
Life is infinitely organized with His infinite design
He is infinitely sovereign for all of time is in His hands
He is infinitely knowing for all the future is His plan
He is infinitely gracious for bestowing all of life
He is infinitely merciful for putting up with all our strife
He is infinitely able to make the ones He made complete
He’d be infinitely humble if He knelt down to wash their feet
He is infinitely holy, transcendent, set apart
He is infinitely capable of transforming human hearts
He is infinitely worthy of every ounce of praise I own
He is infinitely seated on this universe’s throne
It seems I have a choice. I have infinite control
Which one is infinitely soothing and which one terrifies my soul
I don’t see a middle ground. I must stand in awe or dread
Life is infinitely purposeful…or I might as well be dead
So I’ll gaze up. Stare out. Let go and look far.
Ponder Infinity, then what we are.
I’ll see His heavens dance with light.
And perceive His stars like a kid at night.
I’ll take the time to just observe
And give Him the wonder that He deserves.
I’ll contemplate that I can’t count
A tiny fraction of His account.
I’ll deliberate that He can’t end
And let that sink while my mind is bent
I’ll think of cosmos, vast, unseen
Then consider what His sacrifice means
I’ll realize how much this tells
See awe and wonder must be held
Because my eternity isn’t fiction
I know where I’ll take my position
I’m off the fence to make a stand:
He’s God my King with full command
And to Infinity, I will reply
To live for Him, myself to die
by Luke Myers
Video: “Lofty” by Propoganda
“Heaven is My throne and the earth is My footstool.
Where then is a house you could build for Me? And where is a place that I may rest? “For My hand made all these things, thus all these things came into being,” declares the Lord. “But to this one I will look, to him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word.” Isaiah 66:1-2
“That which is known about God is evident within them; for God made it evident to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse” Romans 1:19-20
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