Praise to the Lord, The Almighty

Christ's sovereignty is spoken of in delight
Until His sovereignty clashes with my desires
When the pain of it comes back to steal my breath away
I despise the fact that I am not god

Thoughts come and flee
Memories vanish and then flash back
Sometimes in haunting dreams
That rip me up again . . . just when I thought the wound had healed

My Lord knows how to place me on my knees
Pleading for grace to walk through what I cannot change
Why do I linger in lonely agony
Before I turn simply . . . with a yielded heart . . . to my precious Savior?

Praise to the Lord who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth
Shelters thee under His wings. Yes, so gently sustaineth

Now in awe I wonder how and why
He performed all good things in my life
Not because of me . . . but in spite of me
And bitter tears turn to tears of shame

He did not let me wander off to an easier path
He kept calling me - waiting for me to go where He asked me to go
To the place that seemed so difficult I could never imagine its completion
He accomplished what He ordained

Through what seemed like certain death
He brought life
He confirmed His will
And granted me my heart's desire

Hast thou not seen how all thy longings have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord - The Almighty - the King of creation
Let all that is in me adore Him