Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Vi.
Poem By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The majesty of his power,
And his unlimited might,
The wondrous depths of all knowing love,
He sees in the purest of light.
There is nothing that He does not see,
And no place He is not there,
He has never changed the slightest bit,
On earth, or in space somewhere.
I cannot count the blessings,
He has given me in Grace,
Each breath, each day, each living cell,
Redeemed from my disgrace.
He rules eternity, He created time,
From nothing that was there.
It all exists in His design,
And He numbers my every hair.
I look to see His Glory,
And find it everywhere,
Yet man rejects His only Son,
And buys eternal despair.
Could we extend our life one day,
If it were not His will?
No, our time is set, it cannot change,
Our destiny fulfilled.