I cannot begin to understand
fathom the depth of this mystery of
I cannot comprehend Your beauty
the intricate details of Your creation
I can stand in one of the most prestigious museums of art
and not one painting – no,
not even one
can do justice to what you have painted with the tips of your fingers.
The waves of the seas, the peaks of the mountains –
were shaped by the tips of your fingers.
The bark on trees,
a sunset in the haze of fire’s sky
the glistening of leaves during a afternoon breeze
were fashioned in Your mind
and put to life.
Every colored detail of every tiny song-filled bird
every speck of pollen taken in the flight of the honeybee
every blade of grass that makes up meadows of green
and meadows of gold
were thoughtfully created
for Your glory
for my pleasure.
When you shaped the earth round
and made it spin in the sky as it circled the sun,
you positioned it just so
to gather the light and warmth of the day
and take part of the slumbering peace and the coolness of night.
“How majestic is your name in all the earth!” King David exclaimed –
He considered the heavens –
the works of your fingers –
the sun, the moon and the stars
that You set into perfect place
and He had to ask,
“Who is man that You care about him?
Who am I – that you think about me?”
And yet, You made us
just a little lower than the angels
and have crowned us
You molded the calf with your hand –
the slithering snake –
octopus and eel
each for a purpose
each to bring you glory.
And upon your potter’s wheel
you molded me
shaped and fashioned
as a reflection of You.
My eyes don’t merely see
but take in the shadows, the shapes, the sizes
sending all the information to a brain
that prints out a beautiful picture
in my tiny mind.
My ears don’t merely hear
but listen to sounds and tones –
they capture melodic symphonies
that play the songs of sparrows
the crashing of stormy seas.
My hands do not merely move about without purpose
but were fashioned to extend outward –
to help the homeless,
love the unloveable,
comfort the lost.
My heart is not merely an organ that beats
but was made to feel
to grieve for another
to rejoice with one who rejoices
to give thanks in all things.
My lips were not for the pouring forth of noise
but were made to sing Your praises,
to utter Your truth –
proclaim Your salvation.
How majestic indeed, oh Lord God
is Your name over all the earth.
How glorious throughout the ages.
Before my time began,
you have known me.
You saw the eyes
that would long to gaze upon Your face,
You molded the heart that would beat for You.
You kissed life into my being,
the moment I entered my mother’s womb.
Though no machine could tell what you had made me –
You knew I was your princess –
Your beloved little girl.
You knew the color of each hair on my head
and how they would change through time.
You knew the color of skin I’d wear,
the fingers that would want to raise
in hallelujahs to a holy God.
You knew the thoughts
that would vie for my attention
pulling me away from you,
sending me back to the cross,
sending me back to my knees,
taking me full circle.
You knew all that I would so desperately need –
Your mercy, Your forgiveness, Your grace.
You knew my failures,
the temptations that would get the best of me
but You saved me
and You gave to me
the best of You.
All I had to do for the dirt I carried
leaving a trail of sin to see?
Just believe, You said.
how can this be?
that a holy, righteous God,
gives so much
and asks so little?
And how can I
I have heard and seen my heart beat
the one fashioned by Your hands.
I have seen the waves of the oceans
crash into oblivion
only to rise again
to give You due applause.
I have heard the cries of newborn babies
and the innocent laughter of children –
sounds no other can re-create
other that the One who created.
I have felt peace
when there was no peace to find
I have felt love
when love felt removed
and tasted like a bitter lie
that has no end
tearing your heart apart
leaving it a bleeding mess
that no one can heal
…but You did.
You never once
have forsaken me
but have endlessly smothered Your grace upon me –
fought for me
took a stand for me
and You saved me –
over and over again.
I don’t deserve You –
You know it all too well.
and yet You gave me life –
You keep my heart beating,
You keep my eyes seeing
and You keep loving me anew –
each day –
no matter what I do
no matter where I go
Your grace follows me
Your mercy never leaves me
Your faithfulness sustains me
and I think to myself…
You are so good to me.
So very good to me.
I don’t deserve You,
I have said it before –
You know it all too well,
but by Your grace I am made new
and it’s because of Your great grace
and the mercy that poured out of Your precious Son,
I cry holy, holy, holy.
holy is the Lord.
Who knows me best,
and saves me
holy is the Lord –
Who is yet to come.
holy are You Lord –
belongs to You –
my glorious Savior.