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Sing to the King!
by Cindee Snider Re Sing to the King of creation! Rejoice in His mighty right Hand. Holy and perfect, O praise Him! Our Light in this sin-darkened land. God spoke and our world existed, Created with simple command, Sculpted the sea, the stars and the trees, Breathed life into earth's first man. With each of my days clearly numbered, And purpose ordained for my life, God knit me together in secret, A miracle birthed into light. His passion's planted deep in my soul, Firm rooted, yet only a seed Nourished and tended, lavished in love, Allowed trials to see my own need. When storm clouds gather around me, And darkness devours the sun, When options dry up and crumble And I cry in despair, "I'm done!" When morning brings only more anguish, And dawn seems as dark as the night, Even then can I not praise my Maker For His majesty, power and might? My God hasn't changed in that moment. He hasn't forsaken His child. Yet He who spoke order from chaos Is allowing this pain for awhile. Only when my strength is ebbing When I'm weary and mired in pain, Only then can God gentle my spirit And ignite my small faith into flame! So sing to the King of creation, Mysterious, holy and wise, Whose thoughts we can't even fathom, Whose ways we'll never surmise. For how can I not praise my Maker, For His majesty, power and might, For His Infinite, Holy, unending love, And this beautiful gift of life? Cindee Snider Re lives in Sussex, WI with her husband, their five children, two cats, and two Shichon puppies. She enjoys quiet evenings, long walks, good books, homeschooling her kids, and lots of good, strong, hot, black tea. August, 2011 http://www.BreatheDeeply.org Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |