The words of the following hymn have been with me all week:
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
On Tuesday I conducted the funeral of Joyce McDonald who finally went home to be with her heavenly Father. We sang this hymn at the beginning of the service. At church on Sunday I found myself singing the hymn again. The words continue to resound, in particular the second verse. Saturday night I could not sleep, I was also a little hot so I opened the window. There was a small brook outside that had swollen because of the amount of rain we have been having recently. It was raining and I could hear the rain hitting the brook and the brook flowing faster than normal. It was a reassuring sound and something else to listen to other than my husbands snoring. I felt God say to me, 'focus on the brook, focus on me'. It is easy to loose sight of God and to stop listening to his voice. It is easy to be distracted from our faith.
Is it time for you to listen to the brook and to feel God's Holy Spirit again in the gentle breeze?
We have an awesome God.
