He’s got this

In a dream last night 

the Lord brought me high up 

so I could see the scope of the turmoil. 

I saw fires and billows of smoke, 

much violence and tears. 

So much new pain created that now 

there is more racism than there was before.

He then brought me a little higher 

and the people became puzzle boxes, 

5000 pieces each. 

Billions of boxes dumped out 

and mixed together with trillions of other pieces.

The Lord said to me, “Fix it,” 

as if to build even a single puzzle out of that mess. 

I immediately in a soft voice with my head bowed said,

"Only You Lord!"

There wasn’t anything else that needed to be said 

because I knew with no doubt that "He's got this."

Mike Miller