Mighty in Power.

 Mighty in Power

Mighty in power—the voice that spoke the dawn,

That hung the stars in place and taught the eagle’s brawn.

The strength that carved the canyons,poured the seven seas,

And rides the thundercloud with sovereign ease.

Mighty in power.

Yet not a force unfeeling, distant, cold, or grim,

But power with a purpose,vested wholly in Him—

To save,to break the chains no human hand could part,

To write His law of love on the yielded heart.

The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary... He gives strength to the weary. (Isaiah 40:28-29)

Your might was in the whisper that stilled the raging storm,

In the hand that touched the leper,reshaping human form.

It blazed in silent triumph when,upon the tree,

Lovechose the way of weakness to forever set us free.

For Your greatest power was not in the earthquake’s rending sound,

But in the breath that whispered,“Father, forgive them,” from the ground.

And in the glorious morning when death itself was slain—

The might that rolled the stone is the might that now can reign.

That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted when he raised Christ from the dead. (Ephesians 1:19-20)

So this is the might I cling to—not just for worlds above,

But for the daily courage,for the miracle of love.

The resurrection power that now lives inside of me,

My strength in every weakness,my certain victory.

Mighty in power to save, to keep, to mend,

My stronghold and my shepherd,my beginning and my end.

Let every heart proclaim it,let every tongue agree:

All honour to the Lamb, who is mighty in power for me.

Amen.