Though I can’t always see your face,
Hidden in mists of doubt,You always seem to find a way
To let Your love shine out.
The splendor of the morning sun
Reflecting though a haze,
Is banal in comparison
To all Your wondrous ways.
You are the master of the skies,
The earth belongs to You,
And I will sing You songs of praise
Til sky and earth are through.
1 Chronicles 29:11
Yours, Lord, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the majesty and the splendor, for everything in heaven and earth is yours. Yours, Lord, is the kingdom; you are exalted as head over all.
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