Sunday’s Song
It’s a Sunday morning
and a new song
bubbles up from beneath my skin
bursting out of my spirit
splitting the sides of my smile
- a song of gratitude to our God
for Your limitless love for our family.
Your unlimited grace and goodness towards us…
-Your mercies that are new every morning
Your continuous compassion and care confounds me!
-Your constant care for mere me.
You pay attention to the tiniest details of my days
and I wonder whether it warms Your heart
when You see my smile of surprise?
I delight in the light You shine to light up my life
The intimacy between the One Who created everything
and myself astounds me…
-the gentle nudging and warmth within
-the supernatural silent strong stirring
unexplainable in the natural…
I so appreciate Your Hand of caution cautioning
my heart…
Your personal promptings to prophecy with my pen
amazes me, my awesome Abba!
Your kindness.
You are totally trustworthy in Your tenderness towards us
and so very faithful.
There is no such thing as a mini miracle to me…
I echo King David’s words
‘Who am I that You are mindful of me’,
astonishing me with Your goodness and greatness
-a speck of dust You’ve adopted
and transformed into a son as such!
‘You are my portion, my inheritance’, says my soul
You bring immense happiness to my heart!
My hope is in Your heart towards me
and I wait expectantly for Your Hand to move on my behalf
because of Your loyal love.
-Your intentions towards me pure.
You are the Only One Who knows my destiny
and how many days are still accumulated in the hourglass
You have allocated to me.
You are my Father and I am Your daughter
by design.
My Majestic Majesty
and Heavenly Father
—
Brenda.ps23©
Scriptures and References
Psalm 8
God’s Splendor!
For the Pure and Shining One
Set to the melody of “For the Feast of Harvest,” by King David
1 Lord, your name is so great and powerful!
People everywhere see your splendor.
Your glorious majesty streams from the heavens,
filling the earth with the fame of your name!
2 You have built a stronghold by the songs of babies.
Strength rises up with the chorus of singing children.
This kind of praise has the power to shut Satan’s mouth.
Childlike worship will silence
the madness of those who oppose you.
3 Look at the splendor of your skies,
your creative genius glowing in the heavens.
When I gaze at your moon and your stars,
mounted like jewels in their settings,
I know you are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all!
But when I look up and see
such wonder and workmanship above,
I have to ask you this question:
4 Compared to all this cosmic glory,
why would you bother with puny, mortal man
or be infatuated with Adam’s sons?
5 Yet what honor you have given to men,
created only a little lower than Elohim,
crowned like kings and queens with glory and magnificence.
6 You have delegated to them
mastery over all you have made,
making everything subservient to their authority,
placing earth itself under the feet of your image-bearers.
7–8 All the created order and every living thing
of the earth, sky, and sea—
the wildest beasts and all the sea creatures—
everything is in submission to Adam’s sons.
9 Lord, your name is so great and powerful.
People everywhere see your majesty!
What glory streams from the heavens,
filling the earth with the fame of your name!
Footnotes
Psalm 8:2 There may be a vast difference between the glory of the heavens and the little mouths of children and babies, yet by both the majestic name of the Lord is revealed. It is amazing that perfected praises do not rise to God from the cherubim or seraphim, but from children and babies, the weakest of humanity.
Lamentations 3 vs 22-23