Purpose

My small eyes, my deaf ears, try to comprehend a minute part of His story.
But I am only a small portion, in this infinitesimal galaxy of His raging glory.
How do I begin to explain His works- the sun, the moon begin to speak?
praises emanate without opening my mouth, not my place to say but seek.

Without words, without action, I only stand in awe,
for I serve an amazing God, who with one word, one move- created all.
So here in song, all I can give, is this one little life-He requires no more for me to gain His love,
for His son Jesus, gave breath, through strife.

How could I mock, or throw away Grace?
Look at His dying, forsaken, anguished face?
Through His last breath, I gained my first,
abandoning fire, and quenching my thirst.

Ive been given greater hope, that on this earth,
I tell of his life, death and our new birth.
Praise our God for His love-

 His peace and Grace
that through His life, and after ours is done.

If we choose, we will see His now shining glorious face.