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Proclaimed Splendor
 
Through woven words of much discerning
Requires much more than simple learning
For wisdom hides in treasured dens
Where springs gush forth and Light defends.
More precious than the best of gems
And woven into flowers stems
 
“For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.”
 
The grass blows from left and right
Wind, whips wild without a sight
Judge ye this, if ye think right
Is the Father out of sight?
 
“For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.”
 
The sheep do graze in pasture sides
With pure white wool, like conscience hides
The men do shear, and take their wool
which craftsmen knit, and twist and pull
Then clothes of woven fabric made,
To cover nakedness be laid
 
“For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.”
 
Within the forest, knotted trees of Cyprus
That man takes timber, which to delight us
Inside wooden cabinets, lie earthly treasures
Which man has made, and without measure.
 
“For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.”
 
In the oceans hidden depths
Many creatures, from secrets kept
The whale spouts waters to the skies
Like a kiss the rainbow spies
The wispy clouds, will weather willing
Rain drips drops, soon to be filling
The raging river banks are spilling
Drenching farmland, prepared for tilling
Creation is a mirror reflecting God’s face
the earth is full of all of his grace.
 
“For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.”
 
 
Outstretched above dark canopy laid
White sparkling stars over darkness sprayed
The moons hangs in orbit and showers the Earth
Bathed in blue light
Crescent in girth,
With movement precision
The laws that confine
The seasons the cycles, hard to fathom and find
Can one man discover the wisdom displayed?
Or for one second doubt, the knowledge it made?
 
“For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.”

Will love be there at the end?
Is it everlasting?
I need to know nothing can separate me
From his care and grace

That not even my failures
Sin and disgrace
Can ever separate me from that place
My makers hands and face

I need to know the door won't shut
That it won't close and lock
Too afraid to continue fight
And too weak and hurt

I need to know that won't phase his love
I need to know he won't leave me
In a black abyss far from home
In a chasm of heartache and pain

It feels like my heart is stone
No more love
No more pain

Just empty fleeting ugly thoughts
Filled with heartache and pain
Is healing a word that comes to pass?
Or just a hearty good joke?

Can a heart so hurt and broken
A heart so strangled and choked
Could it ever be mended?
Or healed complete?

Or will my life be looked on a joke?

Our tongue stills in serenity
When streams still our voice
When the tranquility envelops
The words stop their course

The ground is parched
From the frozen winds
The trees are frost
Under their bark woven skins

Sometimes it feels like you've used up your voice
That you've said all you could
No more praise or rejoice

Everything that has a need of voice
Has already been heard,
Has already been said

It seems like just another day
Where the streams have run still
And the words flew away

A Work-out

Lord, oh Lord what a struggle it is at times
To cling to you when flawed reasoning’s invades our minds
Grants us grace, when in the belly of the whale
To cry out, even when we fail
Lord, oh Lord fulfill thy promise to find the blackened sheep
Seared by fire, from wandering from your fold
Take us back so we can sleep in peace
Lord, oh Lord you promised
To not lose even one
Grant us grace to know, the war is already won
Why? Why oh Lord, do we live as though we've lost?
Grant us hope to know you won't let even one perish
When you paid so great a cost

(Broken Praise - by Todd Smith)

If one more person takes my hand and tries to say they understand
Tells me there’s a bigger plan that I’m not meant to see
If one more person dares suggest that I held something unconfessed
Tries to make the dots connect from righteousness to easy street
Well I, I won’t deny I’ve relied on some assumptions
A man’s honest life entitles him to something

But who am I to make demands of the God of Abraham?
And who are You that You would choose to answer me with mercy new
How many more will wander past to find me here among the ashes
Will you hold me? Will you stay?
So I can raise this broken praise to You

Who else will see my suffering as one more opportunity
To educate; to help me see all my flawed theology
If one more well intentioned friend tries to tie up my loose ends
Hoping to, with rug and broom, sweep awkward moments from the room
But I, I can’t forget, I have begged just like a madman
For my chance to die and never have to face the morning

But who am I to make demands of the God of Abraham?
And who are You that You would choose to answer me with mercy new
How many more will wander past to find me sitting in this ash
Will you hold me? Will you stay?
So I can raise this broken praise to You

But You were the One who filled my cup
And You were the One who let it spill
So blessed be your Holy name if you never fill it up again
If this is where my story ends, just give me one more breathe to say
Hallelujah, Hallelujah