Behold, His Power

Before the stars, the sun, the earth,
Before the time began its pace,
The Father had arranged your birth,
He knew your name, He saw your face.


Behind the leaves, the shadows grew,
Behind the sin of Eden's man,
The Father saw, the Father knew,
He loved you and He had a plan.


Beneath the cross, the scorn, the pain,
Beneath the darkening of the sky,
The Father's Son removed your stain,
He gave you access to draw nigh.


Beside your plate, your evening meal,
Beside your father, hand in hand,
The Father's love to you was real,
He touched your heart to understand.


Between the days, the months, the years,
Between the pages of His Word,
The Father holds your joys, your fears,
His Spirit makes your rest assured.


Because He is the Holy One,
Because you are his precious child,
The strangers look, the neighbors see,
His Light gives hope to life defiled.


Behold, His Power is Divine,
Behold, His mercies new each day.
The Father declares, "You are Mine!"
His matchless splendor paves your way.
~ae