So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
(from a poem called Burning the Old Year by Naomi Shihab Nye)
For who is God, but the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God?
(from a poem called Psalm 18 by David)
In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him.