‘Twas your wrath, O Lord, your fiery rebuke
So I heard your voice and my net I forsook
When the dust settled, you spoke your verdict:
It is God that maketh your way perfect.
Thus the foundations of the world were discovered
Perfect the way, the law of the Lord
Which converts the soul, an unsung song,
God composes and the heavens play along.
By this word the heavens were made
“I am” he speaks and it is ordained
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed
I sing and let your name be forever praised
I shall cry unto you and make my dedication:
Thou art my Father and the rock of my salvation.
I am home within your secret place
Under the shadow of the Almighty’s face
Though thousands fall all around
And I dare not count the failings of my hand,
But I shall not die, for I am in your pity
How good for brethren to dwell in unity!
Like precious ointment upon the head
Like on the mount the dew descended
Like the multitude of your thoughts unto me
In a dream I count the sands by the sea
But the night shines just as the day
And I am still with you when I awake.
© 2013, Amaya Engleking