Wonders are many in your land father.
You have made man in your image.
Not only his frame. but everyday of his life.
You have forgotten not to shower wonders.
And like a stream, your grace is seen flowing in man.
Were would he go, from you father.
You have marked the days of his life.
Counted, the hairs on his head.
Not even a single cell moves without your command
In all his corruptible flesh.
Why does a man boast, for what does he possess.
Is not the treasure that he holds, leave him.
Like water that is held in a fist.
Why does he hold pleasure and wisdom.
What use does he have of it in his grave?
Why does he nurture his strength.
Is he not aware that his life is gods.
And, if God has not made him.
He would not have been flesh on earth.
How merciful you are lord! ,and how loving! you are,
Like a mother you nature my sprit.
Like the sun that shines light on earth.
You have been with me, there is no end to you compassion lord,
Who am I? to count the stars in the sky and the dust in the land.
You assurance mercy love and grace in my life is countless.
Much more than the than the wonders seen under the sea.
I would not have know the warmth of a mothers arm
If you had not made me.
I would not have know the fragrance of a rose
If you had not let me.
I would have not spoken a word
If you had not permitted me.
Lord , I am dust , yet I boost of things I possess for a little while
What am I lord , without you I am nothing.
Yet I rule my flesh , an dance to the music of this world.
What am I lord, haven’t I not know that, you father are the supreme
The Alfa and the Omega, and every rhythm of the heart of every living life is by your command.
That on your command I was made, and by your commend I would wither away to the dust, and never to return.
How long father , would I lie under the Sun?
The heat trouble and makes me week.
In this desert, where would I find a garden.
I held my thoughts in you , my eye I lifted towards, you Lord!
You compassionate love thought me, that , in spite! of the sun there are many clouds in the sky.
and the rain would fall, and i would not know the heat no more,
you have lead me through the desert heat and storm, and I stand on the other side by your grace only.
I may burn , I may cry , I may crawl on the dust that I have been made.
But the love of my father will never seize to depart from me.
He will remind me of his guiding had that held me.
His loving compassion that kept me.
His graceful arm that protected me.
His offering sprit that sustains me.
All the day of my life , my father will show me.
that he held his wings above me that sun might not kill me.
that he kept his hand under my feet ,that I may not know the heat under me.
that he kept guard on me by his heavenly angel that no beast my eat me.
that he has made me and has command over me ,and without his will nothing shall come upon me.
for my father commands the heaven and earth, every life obeys his will.
for it is said every tong shall confess and every knee shall bow
before my father Jesus Christ the lord.
When I was an infant, you counted me precious
and made me safe under your arms.
and by your grace under my mothers bosom you kept me.
When I was sad and lonely you kept me close.
and made me know that you will never depart from me.
like the garments to my flesh you will be near to me.
When I search for wisdom, you counted me worthy.
And offered me all the wisdom under the sun.
You groomed me from a plant to a tree.
When I was young you counted me special.
and disciplined me by your word,
that I may grow in wisdom and in awareness of you.
when I was old you counted me a virtue
and made me cam and safe,
like how a seed is kept safe in a fruit.
In every day of my life , you have been with me.
like a mother when I was a child .
like wisdom to my thoughts, like charming hand over me.
You are the same now , then and forever, you take form to fulfill all the need in everyone in every stage of our lives.
Yet you remain as my father , my lord of heaven and my sole,
The redeemer, the founder , performer ,and prefecture to life as a whole.
You are the gardener the planter and with out you no seeds grows.
For you are the potter and I am the clay , what is a clay without a potters hand?
What is man without God’s hand?
This he must know ,this he must believe
That God is life and no life is complete without his life in him.
