8/27/25
Lord, what You did for love of man
Does time and all dimensions span
No word of praise or act from me
Is adequate to honor Thee.
In beauty, all creation sings
Your praise in all its varied things
A painted sky or quiet stream,
A raging sea or wind extreme.
The heavens pass the mind of man
Each star a world within Your plan
Each speck of dust contains there too,
A complex world that's praising You.
So, why would man be left to choose
To honor Thee, or life to lose?
For love, the greatest gift from Thee
Is only love when love is free.
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