provider > provision

Father,

Help me to understand, how people can love something that fits in the palm of their hand.

Something that is touchable, containable, mesmerizing, and yet still predictable.

Something created using energy or units taken from the periodic table.

They can love these things so easily, but fail to ever think twice,

that perhaps the creator of these things, could be worth a higher price.

How do we get more wrapped up in the things created,

than in the very being who has spoken them into existence?

For we must give up our addiction for seeking after only your provisions.

We must learn to properly fear you, for you alone are the author of all creation.

So teach us how to hold onto you, instead of what you’ve given.