He hung the Earth in
Empty Space
He bound the water up
In clouds
He gives our nights
And gives our days
These are but the
Edges of His Ways.
He stirs the sea
With His great power
He knows how
To calm a storm
He watches as a
Small child plays
These are but the
Edges of His Ways
His hand reached out
And pierced the sky
He gave a time
To live and die.
His voice moved there
Upon the sea
He created
You and me.
He finds His pleasure
In us all
He holds our hand
To break our fall
He decorated
All my days.
These are but
The edges
Of His Ways.
And yet, how small
A whisper
We can hear
How faint a sound
To draw us near
O Lord the power
Of your gaze
Expands my knowledge
Of your Ways.
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