Silent morning,
Fields glisten with dew,
The moisture of fog
Cloaks the trees too.
In the sunshine
Your hand is easy to see;
Yet also in the fog,
Lord, I see You clearly.
For You are everywhere,
Rain or shine;
You are everywhere, Jesus,
So is Your love divine.
From the heights of Heaven
To the depths of the grave,
Your hand is almighty,
Never too short to save.
Your presence I cannot flee,
Even if I did so try;
You are in the valley low,
On the mountain high.
Praise You, my God,
With me You are here;
Praise You, my Jesus,
To me You are near.
In the songbird soaring,
In bright blooming flowers,
In the plush green grass,
In the soft sun showers
Lo, everywhere You are,
All things You renew,
You reign in valley and mountain,
You reign in my heart too.
Caroline Gavin ŠSept 2012
Purposeful Pathway
"Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts
of the sea, even there
your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand
shall hold me."
Psalm 139:7-10
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