THE GLORY OF GOD

God’s miracles are all around. We see them every day.

The sun that rises in the East. I think that’s here to stay.

The flowers in the garden, the animals and trees.

Thank You Lord that by Your grace, that You made all of these.

The rooster which announces, that the daylight is now here.

The Ha Dee Dahs and other birds, that tell us summer’s near.

We don’t see them as miracles. We have them classified,

In ways that we can understand and scientists decide!

It’s sad that all the “magic” of creation’s all but gone.

That evolution’s dreadful lies are now the only one,

Those children in their little schools are told. And it’s a lie.

They cannot taste God’s glory. Forgive them when they die.

If they could get a little taste, for sure they’d start to see,

The wonders of the living God, Who made both you and me.

They’d run to Him and worship Him, who caused the stars to shine.

They’d know a little more about our Saviour, Christ Divine.

I’m sure that they would honour Him, so all the world could see,

The splendour of the Living God in all His majesty.

They’d know that they were chosen through the kindness lf His Son.

They’d give You praise and Glory, for the things which You have done.

Just like Your Holy people, they’d glorify Your Name.

They’d scrap the evolution myth and all its foolish claim.

They’d see that God’s whole purpose, was started with the Jews,

And know that by Your Spirit’s power, the world has better news,

Than anything that Darwin sought to foist upon us all.

They’d celebrate their gender. All people, large and small;

Would all behold God’s glory, through what He did through them.

Each one a perfect picture; a scintillating gem;

Created for a purpose; to worship God Most High.

To live with Him forever and never ever die!

The young men would be robust, handsome, tall and strong.

The woman look so beautiful, we’d all burst out in song.

They’d know about His power. They’d know His deep concern,

For every tribe and nation. They’d very quickly learn,

About the wondrous majesty of Jesus Christ the King;

And in their deep humility, their praise to Him they’d bring

Jim Strickland – Written 7^th November 2011