A poem inspired by and dedicated to someone very special to me: the victory of your salvation is near.
When the image is blurred,
pulled and twisted,
My heart torn, trampled,
my hope shredded to dust;
You deserve the glory
and the honour, Oh Lord.
I lift my hands in worship,
and bless your holy name.
When the world only sees
through their own glasses,
Even the tremble of my body
is tired and gone;
You are still great.
You do miracles,
you're so great.
There is no one else like you.
I look up to the mountains,
does my help come from there?
I know where my help comes from.
It's not in the earth or the empty skies.
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth.
He started it all. He will finish it.
It's not helpless hope I hold onto:
it's faith in His promises.
It's not common sense I listen for,
but the gentle voice of the Spirit.
Jesus, there is no one else like you.
Though the earth and sea rage in fury,
though the skies roar with thunder,
I will choose to walk on water:
Not because I am strong,
But because I am weak without you.
Not because I am capable,
But because I can do all things through you.
You're sovereign still.
In the chaos. In confusion.
Your salvation is surely near.
My life will be filled with glory.
Unfailing love and truth have met.
Righteousness and peace have kissed.
Life will yield its bountiful harvest:
What can my God not do?
Various references taken from Psalm 121:1, Psalm 85:10, Isaiah 13:2-3, Hillsong UNITED 'None but Jesus', Juanita Bynum 'You are great'.