Wednesday April 7, 2010

Lord of the brooding blue
Of pleasant summer skies,
Lord of each little bird that through
The clear air flies,
‘Tis wonderful to me
That I am loved by Thee.

Lord of the blinding heat,
Of mighty wind and rain,
The city’s crowded street,
Desert and peopled plain,
‘Tis wonderful to me
That I am loved by Thee.

Lord of night’s jeweled roof,
Day’s various tapestry,
Lord of the warp and woof
Of all that yet shall be,
‘Tis wonderful to me
That I am loved by Thee.

Lord of my merry cheers,
My grey that turns to gold,
And my most private tears
And comforts manifold,
‘Tis wonderful to me
That I am loved by Thee.

~Amy Carmichael~