Of God I Know Not Much

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 3/14/2019

The grace of God I find sweet
Yet sweeter still, and more meet
Is His sovereignty;
Lending greatest peace

Of God I know not much
In comparison, though such
A vast deal is left to be learnt
Still I know enough

Bury not beneath pride
And to the world be not tied
Nor find heart and soul in rust
But in Him, your trust

These simple truths I ache to learn
Though not for a crown to earn
But to honor One whom I love
And see Him above

So seek, and bid yourself be found
Cast not your pearls upon the ground
But run, and running find Him there
Faithfully prepare



Ugh, this is ridiculously good, Damaris! :O Those first two stanzas and the last in particular are so delicate, balanced, and deep. You have a very serene, consistently beautiful writing style. Hope to read more of it soon! :D

JimWaters | Thu, 03/14/2019

"Happiness is a gift, and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes." -- Charles Dickens, from Nicholas Nickelby


Thank you, Jim. I’m sure I’ll write more before TOO awful long. ;)

Damaris Ann | Thu, 03/14/2019

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.


I love this Damaris. (: So beautiful!

Heather Jones | Thu, 03/21/2019

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.


Thank you!

Damaris Ann | Thu, 03/21/2019

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.