Song of Praise

Song of Praise

by Janet Martin

As You draw away the midnight's purple awning
As the slumbering flower opens up her eyes
As song birds herald the cool and tranquil dawning
A miracle before man's wondering eyes
As the dormant breeze awakes in gentle sighing
And passes through the trembling walnut trees
Oh, my awesome God there's no denying
None but you bestows moments like these

The tumbling waterfall declares your power
You bring a tree to sprout from hills of stone
You deck this evil world with sweet wild flower
And in the darkest night I'm not alone
The mighty oak resides within an acorn
The warrior is a seed within the womb
And in Your love You wore a lowly mans form
To place Your hope within the darkened tomb

The raindrops laugh upon the emerald pillow
Where grass and leaf, where fern and tree reside
The sunlight filters through the swaying willow
And croons a lovely song in morning's tide
Your love flows in torrents from the heavens
Your love flowed in rivers from a cross
Your love tells me that I am forgiven
And all I give for you will not be loss

My tongue cannot declare your holy wonder
My quill can never pen the perfect word
The God within the hurricane and thunder
Can see the fall of one small helpless bird
The God who knows that man is dark and sinful
Will dwell within the soft heart of belief
He gives us power o'er this worlds luring evil
And draws us from the road of sin's vast grief

The heavens declare the beauty of Your glory
The earth bursts with the goodness of Your hand
While I repeat in awe love's old, old story
And in my hour of doubt it's new again
You pour Your endless mercy like a shower
As I drink from the well that never dries
You whisper to me in this sacred hour
And paint Your mercy 'cross the morning skies

Author: Janet Martin