The Majesty of God

The wrote the poem below during a time in my life when God seemed distant and small. As I prayed and searched, I began to see the reason for why God seemed so far away. I had allowed the idol of media and fantasy to become so great in my life that God no longer seemed powerful, important, or significant. I share this poem as part of the journey that God has taken me upon.



“The Majesty of God”
By Michael Stitzel


As I run on the treadmill beneath me
With nothing but glass and street to see

I begin my day with prayer
Lifting each and every care

As I struggle to focus on what to say
And find nothing but pride getting in the way

I realize how shallow I sound
Distractions and noise abound.

In the midst of my prayer
My mind begins a lustful affair

I lust after significance and position
And after influence over every decision

I lust after fame and power
As I imagine my enemies cower

I lose myself in false realities
Those of Eragon, stargate, and other absurdities

I am the hero saving the day
Forging impossible paths and leading the way

I am the one who wields great might
And encourages others to stand and fight

Suddenly, I find myself alone again
Drawn by the chiming of the clock at ten

I feel empty at returning to reality
And wish the other world was a potentiality

I begin to wonder and think to the end
When I now remember what I was doing then

I apologize to my God and feel shame
Shame that I was so easily distracted by false fame.

I try to talk with Him some more
But am distracted by guilt galore

It is easier to try and ignore the guilt
So I retreated to the false world I’ve built

Awhile later, I return to try again
Still fighting between the things of God and men

And so the merry-go-round prayer cycle repeats
Over and over again as flesh and spirit competes

The battles leaves a dry and empty space
All joy from my salvation escapes

No desire is left to dwell on Christ
That is one adventure not worth the price

All sense of His majesty is gone
Cynicism and criticism is left to spawn

No more wonder at His mighty deeds
Only mighty warriors and their steeds

I traded the eternal and immortal
For the temoral and mortal

I exchanged the glory of mighty God
For the fading mist of man on sod

And so as I run on the belt under my feet
God begins to show me more than glass and street

I now see the blue expanse above
Filled with winged creatures like the dove

I now see the green vegetation below
That houses so many creatures as they grow

I suddenly see more than before then
And I am reminded of how God made them

“Ex Nilo,” Out of nothing He spoke them into being
In six days He created and gave meaning

It’s as of scales fell from my eyes
And I saw the world free of any guise

I fell to the knees of my heart
And pleaded forgivness and a fresh start

I felt the presence of my Lord fill me
False fantasies, lies, and flesh…let me be!

It was then that I felt true communion
Joy flooded me as I met Christ in reunion

I poured myself out to Him in prayer
Worshipping the power of his loving care

He was once more the warrior of warriors
The king of kings, the mighty destroyer

None other could contend with His might
Nor look upon Him or lose their sight

I finally began to understand how limited I am
And how tainted my view of “THE GREAT I AM”

I began to see that I don’t understand at all
How deeply affected I truly am by the fall

I began to see that I am truly blind
To God and his ways who is so loving and kind

I seek Him earnestly on my own
With my every fiber and bone

Yet still no more I come to see
And realize God must reveal Himself to me

I must depend on Him to grow
And rely upon Him for his character to be shown

I ask to be renewed and fresh sight to see
The world around me as intended to be

May the sight of God in creation
Be so powerful that I’m blown to tarnation

I want to hear the name of God spoken
And be so overwhelmed by its power that I am broken

And so, I come to my Lord with no more pretense
Determined to no more ride the fence

Desire for the things of God increasing
And for the things of man decreasing

As I end my time on the treadmill
I press stop and become completely still

I hear from God in a way that grips me
And I know that it is only the start of all He wants me to see.