You call the stars each by name. The keys of hell and death are in Your hands. You regard the nations as less than nothing. Who is like You, O LORD, among the gods? Who can contend with You? When I consider Your ways I am filled with the awe and wonder expressed by David in Psalm 8:4 – "What is man you You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?" We are specks of dust, small and insignificant. Yet for reasons not fully understood by us You seek us out. You offer redemption freely to mankind but at great cost to You – the life of Your Son.
Words escape me. Strength has failed me. Abba, I bow before You and cry softly, "Here I am."
Posted by Jeff King at January 19, 2008 11:01 AM