In Awe And Wonder

 

He rested there above the pond
With four feet in the air,
Peacefully balancing himself
Without worry or care.
 
He reminded me of the psalms
That call the Lord our rock,
Our refuge in times of worry,
And that made me take stock.
 
Do I see Him as my refuge,
My fortress in each gale?
Do I hold the Lord as my shield
Whose strength will never fail?
 
I pray I don’t just check the box,
Then blah blah blah amen
When talking to, or thinking on
The creator of men.
 
The wondrous King who formed the earth,
And called light from the dark.
He who redeemed His wayward lambs,
Renewed in them His spark.
 
The fortress, the deliverer,
Wondrous beyond all thought!
The King of Kings, and Lord of Lords,
Who, all creation, wrought.
 
I know someday I will see Him
In His splendid array,
For now, I’ll hold Him in great awe
When I reach out each day.
 
I may need to remind myself
Of that truth every dawn,
So I can then rest on the Rock
That David rested on.
 
Psalm 18:2
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.