How can You hear my whispered song among a multitude of
shouting?
How can You hear my cries from an ocean of crashing
waves?
How can You hear the beat of my heart during a quake that
moves islands from their place?
How can You hear my thoughts from so far away?
How can a sigh level a mountain range?
Or a tear squelch a volcano?
How can a lamb fend off a pack of wolves?
Or a strand of hair bind a lion?
How can the flutter of an eyelash withstand the stare of
a dragon?
How can a soul like a sparrow stand against torment like
a hurricane?
How can I kick away a tidal wave, clap my hands against
the lightening, or shout over the thunder?
How can a flicker of hope evaporate a flood of despair?
How can a moment of joy abate an eternity of sorrow?
Because You.
Because You are the King Who sits upon the throne of
creation.
No temple can hold You
No image can reflect You
You are known, yet unknown
Both near and far away
Time fits in Your pocket
And the universe sits in Your hand
You are the Ruach Ha'Kodesh-- The Holy Breath that
speaks all things into existence
You are El Shaddai-- The Almighty God
You are Adoni Tzva'ot-- The Lord of Heaven's Armies
You are Emmanuel-- The God Who walks among us
You are God Who gives life and takes it
The God Who both creates and destroys
Your fire is sweet to those who bear its nature
Yet utterly consumes those who don't
You are the God Who reigns, yet serves
The God Who both saves and rejects
Who among us could give You advice?
Who among us can scrutinize Your ways?
No words can describe Your beauty
No mind can conceive Your majesty
The train of Your royal robe is without end
No eye can perceive Your greatness
No ear can withstand Your voice
The sound of it binds all things together
When You speak, the earth trembles
Your gaze causes the heavens to gasp
Still, you pour Yourself out to us and are rejected
Yet, all You have promised will stand
Even though we are nothing, like grass that sprouts and
withers in a day
You stand with those who love You
You cover those who walk in Your way
You are mighty on behalf of the meek
You fight for those not strong
You hear our prayers
You know our struggles
And when we cry out to You,
You become our song
As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord
has compassion on those who fear Him. For He knows our frame; He is mindful
that we are dust. As for man, his days are like grass-- he blooms like a flower
of the field; when the wind has passed over, it vanishes, and its place
remembers it no more. But from everlasting to everlasting the loving devotion
of the Lord extends to those who fear Him, and His righteousness to their children's
children-- to those who keep His covenant and remember to obey His precepts.
The Lord has established His throne in heaven, and His kingdom rules over all.
Bless the Lord, all His angels mighty in strength, who carry out His word, who
hearken to the voice of His command. Bless the Lord, all His hosts, you
servants who do His will. Bless the Lord, all His works in all places of His
dominion. Bless the Lord, O my soul! (Ps 103:13-22)
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