Swift and Sweet

My Lord how majestic is your temple;
Man’s eyes see but think it’s simple.
With just a glimpse at the saints,
My soul yearns and grows faint.

My heart and my flesh cry out to you;
I’ve heard your word and know it’s true.
You provide for all the birds of the air;
The flowers cause one to stop and stare.

Blessed are those who with you dwell;
They praise you and your stories tell.
Mighty God, loving Lord righteous King,
You’re my strength, my hope, my everything.

It is by my Lord that I will stand bold;
No good thing does my God withhold.
His hand guides us and blesses us everyday;
His wants us to know His love and honor His way.

I search His word, piece by loving piece;
A treasure to the weary, rest in peace.
Swift is His rebuke; but sweet His promise,
The sting of correction shows love to us.
Blessed is the one who in God trusts.