Today... 'Mighty God' - Poem by Roy Allen
Mighty God Whom heavenly angels worship
may this mere mortal sing out Your praise?
For All glorious God You are worth it.
Sing out my soul and His anthem raise!
I will sing salvations wondrous story
and of the way that He came to this earth.
For this Awesome God in His great glory
entered our world when born by virgin birth.
Sing, yes sing of Him Who came to save you.
Died for you as though all the blame was His
Hung there upon the cross and forgave you.
Sing, for no greater love has man than this.
He is the Lord of every nation,
and the Ancient of Eternal Days.
He is the Author of our Salvation
So let us bring to Him our songs of praise.
Mightier than the raging of the sea.
Mightier than the thunderstorm is He.
The Mighty God is Lord of lords
the winds and waves obey His words.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
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The Bible calls You by many names
each one giving a glimpse of Your glory.
Like a cut diamond radiating in the sun
with every facet depicting a glorious
aspect of Your Divine Nature.
Today I have thought of You as
Mighty God, while angels bless Thee,
May a mortal sing Thy Name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days.
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and endless praise.
For the grandeur of Thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph's thought;
For the wonders of creation,
Works with skill and kindness wrought.
For Thy providence, that governs,
Through Thine empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow,
Blessèd be Thy gentle reign.
For Thy rich, Thy free redemption,
Bright, though veiled in darkness long,
Thought is poor, and poor expression;
Who can sing that wondrous song?
Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord Who came to die.
From the highest throne of glory
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives;
Flow my praise, forever flow!
Reascend, immortal Savior;
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne;
Thence return, and reign forever,
Be the kingdom all Thine own!
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