The father, the creator
your ways, your grace
beyond my comprehension
the precision, the order
oh to see your creation
through your eyes,
even for a moment, to feel your joy,
your pain, your plan
humbly to see your world
our place in your garden
to serve you, to fear you
following your commands
listening to your voice,
wherever you speak,
in the stillness, in the thunder,
the crash of the waves,
the rising of the sun
Father, our heavenly father
we cleave to you
walk with us, we pray
living within us
to the end of time
and in the eternity to come
January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Father
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