Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Perspective

When I look to the mountains I can see you there


In the wild churning ocean I can feel you there 

In the warm summer breeze Your voice is in the air 


Oh my Lord
 
You reflect Your perfection In the smallest leaf 

In your vastness You render time A captured thief 

I stand... before You In amazed belief 

Oh my Lord



Oh my Lord my Creator You have captured my heart 

With a love I can never repay


And I fall to my knees to try to Tell You what words could never say 

Though You hold all creation In Your holy hands

Though the world is as weightless As a grain of sand

  
Still You told me my name And gave me strength to stand 


Oh my Lord 

~words by Randy Stonehill

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