I could talk about the works of Your hands,
how perfectly You planned them.
If every song sang on earth was an anthem to lift you up,
they wouldn’t be enough to declare who You are
or to worship Your grandeur.
My vocabulary is of no benefit to describe who You are and tell the end of it.
Yes, it’s evident,
no sentence used,
no sentiments I choose can quite fully render it.
I see that You are loving and ever gracious…
look how you hold me in Heavenly places,
look how You made me,
look how You saved me
Look at how daily You slay me
and then You raise me.
This is my purpose,
it is what You built me for.
To say You are perfect and beautiful,
it’s more than a duty or chore.
It’s something given, which I do with joy.
To say You are faithful and able to do what You say You will.
You always find a way through…
You are a Mighty Benevolent Being,
You are truth and light; You’re my everything!
What have we done that You haven’t cast us away from You?
You still love us though we move backward and stray from You.
You could have kept us in detention
but to capture our attention,
You ran after us and held us in Your loving affection.
So it’s Your name that we’re calling, and that’s how we’ve been saved.
A different kinda balling, we find in Your name.
We are more than conquerors.
Creatures here, under and above must hit the ground at the sound of Your name.
What could separate us from You?
Is it sickness or health?
Riches and wealth?
weakness or death?
Empty pockets or pain?
Could any of these separate us
when Your love is gently stopping the pain?
What exactly could limit Your intense
love and how it’s been shown?
Could angels, demons, spirits above or powers unknown?
No! I’m convinced that here in life and even in death,
Nothing can take Your love away from me.
Not even me!
It’s Your direction that I’m headed to because perfection is embedded in You.
Love and affection,
all I’m searching for: I get in You.
The storms arise and You cover me totally,
the going gets bad and Jehovah,
You hover over me.