Psalm 104:1 "Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty."
Psalm 104:24 "O LORD, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches."
I encourage each one to take a few minutes to read this 104th Psalm. As I read
this Psalm this morning, I wonder if it was written in the Springtime. I sit
here looking out the window and I see the earth in full bloom and I can only
say, "O LORD my God, thou art very great." Each morning I listen to
the birds singing praise unto our Lord. In my heart, I can hear the earth
responding to the Lord as He says, "It's time to wake up from your sleep
and bring forth the beauty for which you were made." I think about
Isaiah chapter 6:1 when the Lord revealed a portion of His beauty to the
Prophet. "In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the Lord sitting
upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple." I've
always been intrigued by this verse, but it was after I found out about the
train that I really fell in love with these words. Have you ever seen the
peacock with its feathers spread wide in its glory? Those feathers spread out
are called its "train". It is when those feathers spread wide that
the glory of that peacock shines brightly. When we see and understand that that
which we call nature is truly the "train" of God, then from the heart
we can boldly declare the glory of God with greater understanding. "Thou
art clothed with honour and majesty... .The earth is full of thy riches. O
LORD, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all."
Today's writing is brief, but I'd rather that each of us take some time to
allow our hearts and minds to just dwell upon the glory of our Lord. Our glory
can only be seen when others can see Christ in us. Lord, please let Jesus be
seen in me.
O Lord my God When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy pow'r throughout The universe displayed!
When thru the woods And forest glades I wander
And hear the birds Sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook And feel the gentle breeze,
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Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!