In Your Will Lord

To You Lord the oceans, are like a cup of water in Your hand,
And yet You reached down to earth, and from the dust created man,
May my prayers not sound, as though they are demanding,
But may they ever be seeking, Your way of understanding,
For I look like a little ant, if viewed from Heaven above,
Still You in Your infinite mercy and grace, saw fit to fill me with Your love,
And that love sent my Savior Jesus, to die on a rugged cross,
By those nail-scarred hands You bring hope and peace, to this life that was storm-tossed,
And that hope passes all my understanding, but is my hope for eternity,
Living here in Your creation, a glimpse of glory I can see,
I can daily step out in faith, and never question why,
For Your will Lord is the standard, I seek to live my life by.
Randy "Pops" Stone 10-12-10