Though the battles, have been rough,
Our eyes they see, our eyes look up!
The glinting on horizon stands,
Our faith to see, unfolding plans.
No matter what we must endure,
Our hope in trial, is destined sure;
Amoung the crash catastrophe,
God’s Hand of work, we clearly see!
The prophet’s eye, zoom far to see,’
Cross centuries, God’s tapestry!
Each moment, details very small,
Was in His plan, was at His call.
The insignificant, was grand!
The harvest mighty in His plan!
The ordinary plain to see,
Holds wonders in eternity!
But oh! The sacrificial love!
The greatest plan, of heaven above!
With buff and heat and pain below,
So love of huge proportions grows!
The gem our God creates right here,
Exceptional in beauty dear,
Is clothed in rags, and pain, and tears,
Yet inward shines increasing clear!
So lift your eyes, above bleak doubt,
And in His mighty love, now shout!
He’ll finish what began in you,
A perfect work, of love that’s true.
By Lisa Lawlor