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God Who Sees (poem)

 "I love the LORD, because He hears my voice and my supplications. Because He has inclined His ear to me, therefore I shall call upon Him as long as I live." Psalm 116:1-2 NASB

How can it be, that the God Who rules on high, 

Who commands kings and kingdoms,

also hears my cries?

 

This Maker, great and holy, rules through all eternity,

The Captain of Angel Armies,

Inclines His ear to me.

 

He knows my self, containing of dust and soul and sin.

I have found distress and sorrow,

I call to Him.


Amazingly, with hearing ear, He gives heed to me,

Whether I cry aloud or moan in mind,

I know He sees.

 

Quiet, my soul, be quiet, and rest in God who never lies,

I shall walk before the Lord,

And on His strength rely.

 

What shall I render to the Lord, for all He gives to me?

I lift my voice in thankfulness,

To the God Who sees. 


What I'm Reading 

    • Memoirs of an Ordinary Pastor by D.A. Carson. This is our book club book this month. 
    • Andrew Bonar's commentary on Leviticus 

What I'm Enjoying

    • There is a baby fish in my tank. I guess mollies give live birth and one of mine did! 
    • The fall colours 
    • Riding my bike
    • Soup

"Return to your rest, O my soul, for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you." Psalm 116:7 NASB

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