Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

Beyond the widest, deepest seas,
Beyond the clearest, bluest skies,
Beyond the heavens’ farthest reach,
Tis there, oh Lord, Thou dost abide.
Lord, ere the universe was made,
Before the angels came to be,
When Earth’s foundation first was laid,
Lord, Thou wast there, with Heaven’s Key.
And yet, within each child of Thine,
Within the reach of every prayer,
Yes, even in this heart of mine
I know, Lord, Thou abidest there.
Oh, what a precious God is mine -
That Thou couldst span eternity,
That Thou couldst transcend even time,
Yet stoop to love one such as me.
“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers,
the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
What is man, that thou art mindful of him?
and the son of man, that thou visitest him?”
Psalm 8:3-4
© Lisa (Kesinger) DeVinney, November 2009


+1 # kevin 2014-07-08 23:37
I truly admire the gift you have of poetry
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0 # Lisa D 2014-07-09 03:34
Thank you, Kevin. I certainly can't take any credit since it is, indeed, a gift. Simply mine to share. Thanks for letting me know that you are reading and being blessed.
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