(Photo credit from a brother in Christ, Steve Keagle).
His plenty corn
His painted sky
Let us dare not pass Him by
Lights the horizon
Ablaze … amazing
the weakest souls
Shouting emboldened praise
Glimpse of Christ
In all His glory
Let our voices unite and raise:
Receiving His power
Streaming this very hour
Be still and know
From Him all goodness flows
Living Rivers swelling
We are known
By the One
Who sits on the eternal throne
For sons and daughters to come
With hearts of worship … they will sing His Glory song
Let this be written for a future generation,
that a people not yet created may praise the Lord
The Lord looked down from His sanctuary on high
From heaven He viewed the earth,
To hear the groans of the prisoners
And release those condemned to death (Psalm 102:18-20).
Such hope we have in Jesus! If this poem touched your heart, feel free to share here in the comments or email me directly at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Have a beauty-full day in the Lord.