To You belongs the Glory

To You belongs the Glory,
the Honour and the Praise.
To You belongs the Majesty
Lord God, Ancient of Days.
Because throughout the ages,
You’ve always been the same.
Alpha and Omega,
Oh praise Your Holy name,
You stepped down from your heaven
into this world of sin.
You didn’t pause to count the cost
my wretched soul to win.
You’ve sought me, bought me, taught me,
showed me the way to live.
On Calvary’s cross your life you gave,
there was no more to give.
Now I’m no longer bondsman,
Your truth has set me free.
Ever more I’ll sing Your praise,

thank you for saving me.

The Heavens reflect Gods' Glory

They sing out a song
as they hurry along,
their orbits laid out in His plan.
Each with its own place,
a vast curtain of space
but only one sustaining Man.

They all have a name,
though not one’s the same
and there’s billions, nay trillions or more.
Man cannot count
or indeed surmount,
the spleandour of these, that’s for sure.

So each with its beauty
performing its duty,
created with reflection in mind.
an awesome task,
A God? People ask.
Oh how, can they, be so blind.