More Than This

Praises be to the Lord Most High!
who has given us freedom under an open sky.
Exalted are the mountains which are under His gaze
lifted up for His glory and everlasting praise!
These things which evidence His enduring love
the rebel, by nature, can make nothing of.
By not desiring the Source, which is God
through an endless, barren, wilderness plods,
to the blackest hole, where is cut out God's heart,
without which, reality, at the seams, falls apart.
Love is a higher form of thought,
alien to any not by Him taught.
The holiness of God transends mere goodness,
simple pleasures of life, He's much higher than this!
Humility a lesson: Pain just a test:
Bring the will of the Savior, 'cause He knows what's best!
From whence won the war o'r evil? Cast down!
By choice, through Him, we claim victor's crown!
for the more that hatred presses us 'round,
the greater the contrast to His love is found!
More significance is there in His singular Word
than all the deluded voices we've heard.
The glory of Jesus is there for the knowing
experience His love, your faith will be growing!

Love's Calling

While exalting You, I move from glory unto glory
in an ever increasing crescendo of joy.
When I praise You, You bring me with You:
I return from the depths.
In Your presence, I rise up
and shed sorrow like a soiled garment.
Everything I do in You is charged to,
and energized with, a higher purpose.
Love's calling is powerful indeed!
There is none stronger!
In You I find all I want or need.
Resting in You, I am complete.