A Psalm of Grace
ALMIGHTY, the Creator of all,
Splendor of the universe we call
Stars, sun, moon, so uniform,
He makes the galaxy conform.
I sing Thy praises on this small earth,
Thy mighty seeds of faith to birth.
The magnificence of this earthly planet,
Will it stand the test humans grant it?
Oh give me wisdom to know and do,
What God set in motion I must do.
Water, bread, sunshine, and rain,
Moral fiber, fortitude, my trust to gain!
“Thy work” I will perform in faithful song,
Never be complete till my call home.
Oh grant that I may be a worthy child,
Not to rest on laurels, even a little while.
Laid down between old oaks so gray.
My body below the firmament lay;
Will rest in crusty earth un-sheen.
My soul takes flight to sights unseen.
Beyond this speck of dust,
There is a place where I can rest.
Where birds of silver wings take flight,
And lay my spirit no more to fight.
We gather in His unending space
All peoples by His saving grace,
Saints before and after my call
His multitude will welcome all.
Where or how on this earth
To all those He gave birth,
Not seen or heard of Jesus Christ
Be brought before His Highest!
I pray for all unknowing souls,
A resting place on God’s extended knoll.
Within Thy space a proper place;
Unaware children rest in Thy Grace.
God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, we came.
All descendents of this earth remain,
Yours be the final judgment of all.
The faithful, surely God will call.
Lest I be so self-centered not to see
Works You have commanded me.
Faith not alone in my Savior’s will,
But to service He calls me still.
God let me be unanimous for Thee!
My faith unyielding as old oak tree!
After my works are complete,
May I sit next to YOUR grandeur seat?
Cornell Cox
11-14-03
ALMIGHTY, the Creator of all,
Splendor of the universe we call
Stars, sun, moon, so uniform,
He makes the galaxy conform.
I sing Thy praises on this small earth,
Thy mighty seeds of faith to birth.
The magnificence of this earthly planet,
Will it stand the test humans grant it?
Oh give me wisdom to know and do,
What God set in motion I must do.
Water, bread, sunshine, and rain,
Moral fiber, fortitude, my trust to gain!
“Thy work” I will perform in faithful song,
Never be complete till my call home.
Oh grant that I may be a worthy child,
Not to rest on laurels, even a little while.
Laid down between old oaks so gray.
My body below the firmament lay;
Will rest in crusty earth un-sheen.
My soul takes flight to sights unseen.
Beyond this speck of dust,
There is a place where I can rest.
Where birds of silver wings take flight,
And lay my spirit no more to fight.
We gather in His unending space
All peoples by His saving grace,
Saints before and after my call
His multitude will welcome all.
Where or how on this earth
To all those He gave birth,
Not seen or heard of Jesus Christ
Be brought before His Highest!
I pray for all unknowing souls,
A resting place on God’s extended knoll.
Within Thy space a proper place;
Unaware children rest in Thy Grace.
God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, we came.
All descendents of this earth remain,
Yours be the final judgment of all.
The faithful, surely God will call.
Lest I be so self-centered not to see
Works You have commanded me.
Faith not alone in my Savior’s will,
But to service He calls me still.
God let me be unanimous for Thee!
My faith unyielding as old oak tree!
After my works are complete,
May I sit next to YOUR grandeur seat?
Cornell Cox
11-14-03