How beautiful, how wonderful
Are You, are Your works,
Are You, and Your grace,
You are, and Your face.
What do we know of beauty,
That is not from You?
What is this longing for wonder,
If You did not plant in our hearts?
Petals stretching to wake,
Wind whistling to storm,
Sunsets painting the sky,
Creatures rising in ovation.
A turn of phrase,
A lifting melody,
A quickening within,
Our spirits recognise.
How beautiful, how wonderful
Are You, O Lord.
Fill us with awe once again.
sč
Singapore, August 28th, 2007
Are You, are Your works,
Are You, and Your grace,
You are, and Your face.
What do we know of beauty,
That is not from You?
What is this longing for wonder,
If You did not plant in our hearts?
Petals stretching to wake,
Wind whistling to storm,
Sunsets painting the sky,
Creatures rising in ovation.
A turn of phrase,
A lifting melody,
A quickening within,
Our spirits recognise.
How beautiful, how wonderful
Are You, O Lord.
Fill us with awe once again.
sč
Singapore, August 28th, 2007
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