Tuesday, February 24, 2015


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