Dearest God Above

Dearest God above,

We come to You today giving You thanks, For You are not just a God seated high above us, But You are near to each of our hearts

Your providential hands conduct this world With Your beautiful orchestral score, And we adore You

We adore Your vast majesty that manifests itself From the plants to the cosmos We adore Your great intelligence that instigated a plan To save a world that in sinful folly made its boast We adore the way You adore us, Wretched as we are from coast to coast ‘Til You step in And into us impart a heart not made of stone And break our loneliness and all the sickness prior fused to our bones

We were wandering on our own, then crash! Our feeble minds were blown, Stepping right into a trap of our own making, We made it clear that our lives were for the taking, To be taken without force but by Your divine ordaining, For what is this world but Your delightful oil painting?

And You sweep the colors this way and that And sometimes I slip right off like I’m under attack And I look up to the sky and I question where You’re at But my God don’t play games – He don’t like it like that

Nah, God, You got my back And Your back ain’t never been turned on us Just like the Red Sea been parted, I know You’re paving our path And we’ll continue to follow, Not getting stubborn-hearted and stiff-necked Like a self-seeking giraffe Oh, those Israelites didn’t know what they were missing When they threw You in the trash!

And God our hearts can be just as calloused We don’t pretend to be shining like diamonds We just want to look to the true Light So would You open our eyelids?

With our hearts bowed before You now in humble silence We lose the words to thank You for Your renewal that brightens Even the depths of our souls, black as coals at the day’s end Oh God, would You save us, save us like an old friend?

We ask for Your provision – You always provide You’re always good, and without any pride ‘Cause You rightfully deserve all the praise And at the end of our days, when all hands are raised You’ll lift us up, and like a triumphal parade We’ll sing and shout and lift high Your name So with that in mind, direct our hearts today

Help us see from Your perspective, Following Your divine directive, Feeding the poor and the needy, Comforting the broken, And witnessing to a dying world

May we help widows in their distress And look out for our fellow man, Not seeking applause but approval – Approval from the One who created both the oceans and the sand

For some day, When this world fades away All that will matter is what was done by Your hand

Thank You for choosing to love us Thank You for helping us stand

Not to us, O Lord, Not to us, But to Your name be the glory – To the Eternal One, The everlasting and exalted Lamb

Amen

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