The Unseen Thread

He moves in silence behind the veil,
where human eyes cannot follow.
In the quiet rise of morning light,
in the falling of a single leaf,
His purpose pulses—steady, unseen.

Not a sparrow falls without His notice,
not a breath is drawn apart from His will.
In famine or in plenty,
in joy or in trial,
His hand holds the thread
that weaves each moment together.

He feeds the birds of the air
and clothes the lilies in splendor,
and still, we wonder if He sees us—
yet we are of more value than they.

Our days are not lost to chance.
He walks with us through each one,
guiding the willing heart,
redeeming what is broken,
planting purpose in each step.
Even in the waiting, He works.
Even in the silence, He speaks.
Even in the storm, He governs peace.

Trust is the soil where providence takes root,
faith the water that nourishes hope.
For in all things, He is before all,
sustaining, providing,
never forgetting His own.

Ernest Gerald

Psalm 139:1–10 (NKJV)

O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.