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.

God doesn't make promises lightly,
His promises He won't forget
and the things He has done
through Jesus His Son
are the best of His promises yet.

How I marvel at the flowers,
faces turned toward the sun.
Soaking up the summer goodness
'til the day once more is done.

Then they close their fragile petals
tightly squeezing out the night,
opening them, come the morning,
when the sun is shining bright.

Daddy, Daddy, look at me.
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
What I can do.
Daddy, Daddy, look at me.
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
I love you.

I don’t want to hold your hand,
why don’t you understand?
I can do it on my own.
I’m no longer a baby
and anyhow maybe,
I feel I’ve grown.

Daddy, Daddy, dry my tear.
Daddy, Daddy, hold me near.
You knew that I could fall.
Daddy, Daddy, hold me tight.
Daddy, Daddy, soothe my fright.
I’m sorry for it all.

Daddy, Daddy, look at me.
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
What I can do
Daddy, Daddy, look at me.
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
I love you.

Cliff Top Path

A cliff top path on which to walk
to see the view perhaps to talk
of how the beauty of the day
washes over you in such a way
that all your senses come alive
suddenly no need to strive
and as you look far out to sea
wondering what it's like to be
soaring there amongst the gulls
or diving deep between the lulls
of waves that form some quite high
as if to blot out earth and sky
and drag you down down down down deep
to where the fishes play and sleep
inviting you into their home
below those waves some tipped with foam
there to stay and rest awhile
and with their antics make you smile
darting wildly to and fro
while others drift on by so slow
just like the wispy clouds above
no need to jostle push or shove
but floating there way up on high
until the time arrives to cry
and shower water on the land
some to run and some to stand
in puddles form a child's delight
to splash in carefree without fright