When fear would rival to endear its coldness in my breast
Then I remember who God IS; He lays my fears to rest
For He who holds earth’s elements and unfolds heaven’s scrim
Can never be usurped; demons flee at the thought of Him
Oh God, our God, who clothes the heath; beneath Thy tender
care
Though armies of rebellion seethe, yet we will not despair
You shake the lake with thunder and strake galaxies with
stars
You wake a holy hunger as we wonder Who You are
Who tends un-uttered groaning; lavishes this blue-dot globe
And bends from darkness morning light with fragments of Your
robe
Oh God, our God, You walk upon a scaffolding of air
Above, beneath, without, within, Your Presence, God, is
there
Then, should fear rival to endear its nearness in my thought
What peace to know that You are here to intercede, oh God
© Janet Martin
O Lord my God, You are very great:
You are clothed with honor and majesty,
You are clothed with honor and majesty,
Beautiful, Janet...
ReplyDeletethank-you Linda, with so much worrisome news I soon turned the radio off and opened the Word that never changes. Psalms 104 seemed like a God-send, literally, today!
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