All You’ve created is good.
The works of Your hands,
the love that will stand,
forever more.
But I’ve used Your world selfishly.
The world that You love.
The people You’ve bought
with Your precious blood.
And how many times have You burned brush for me?
And how many times have You walked on the seas
just to remind me?
I’ll sing of Your love in the morning,
and when the sun burns I will think of Your glory.
And when the leaves fall and bear naked trees,
I will remember the garden and weep.
Pastures of green will bring peace to my soul
knowing You are the great shepherd of old.
And in the spring Your creations are new,
with the birth of Your creatures, the flowers that bloom.
You know the sparrow that falls from the sky,
so why would You care for a heart such as mine?
Living abiding and moving in thee.
You’re hope for the broken, and strength for the weak.
I’ve read how You came down as man,
and lived like the poor,
showed love to the whore,
was beaten and torn.
Oh but I hear how You're coming to reign,
to pour out Your mercy,
and renew all Your lands,
and let love rule again!
And I’ve felt Your kingdom. Allow it to be
holistic and perfect, Lord, saving and free.
How good it will be!!!
I’ll sing of Your love in the morning,
and when the sun burns I will think of Your glory.
And when the leaves fall and bear naked trees,
I will remember the garden and weep.
Pastures of green will bring peace to my soul
knowing You are the great shepherd of old.
And in the spring Your creations are new,
with the birth of Your creatures, the flowers that bloom.
You know the sparrow that falls from the sky,
so why would You care for a heart such as mine?
Living abiding and moving in thee.
You’re hope for the broken, and strength for the weak.
Oh You're strength for the weak.
Oh You're strength for the weak.
