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 7th November 2011
