Updated: Jul 1
I don’t know Your will, Father; I don’t know Your time. Your time is blessed; Your timing confounds me, Yet it frees me from my heartache And comes to my rescue when I am helpless.
Your Grand Master Watch ticks slower than my clock, And my hands are too small to hold Your schedule; But Your hands are big enough To hold me – and everyone I encounter. You’ve “got the whole world in Your hands,” And I marvel at Your excellence. The skill of Your craftsmanship is impeccable, And here I stand as part of it.
My eyes are too evil to behold Your glory; My heart is too black to know Your love. But You made my eyes to see again And turned my heart to purest light.