He is magnificent.
From every sunrise to sunset,
Every bit of dust, every mote and spec,
Every redemption story,
Serves only to show the King's glory.
Every bird flock over the dock,
Every small child drawing in chalk,
Causes all of me to see,
The beauty of Christ who created the breeze.
Every scar and knife wound,
Every action deserving the tomb,
Makes my affections inflate,
For the Lord of whom my sin did take.
Every hymn of grace I hear,
Every loved one I hold dear,
Calls my heart to behold the sea,
Of love from Christ who rose for me.
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