How seldom the time
I see you…only you
Rightly and altogether true
Where my heart becomes one
With the perfect Father’s grace and love
I see You…
I worship, still, blessed Lord
And my God is all He has said
Even more than I will ever comprehend
Saints and angels join to sing
The growing symphony of beauty
The growing empire of the King.
And blessed Jesus, How I love you
That I can glimpse Your greatness
To dance in Your bliss?
Who can describe the joys that rise
Within all the courts of Paradise
To see what was dead now arise?
I worship, still, blessed Lord
And my God is all He has said
Even more than I will ever comprehend
Saints and angels join to sing
The growing symphony of beauty
The growing empire of the King.
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
1 comment:
hi.
i read your poem.it was very beautiful.
i was in a good sense when i was reading it.
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