I See Him | Pr. Benni P U
Within me I feel His love
In every cells in every pulse
Up in the sky I see His lights
In every stars huge, far and luminous
Down in the valley in every lillies,
On the mountains in every fountains,
His design, dexterity, and demeanour displayed.
There in the woods, buds, and butterflies, His skills displayed,
And in every beam and stream His love flows to fill my cup every morning,
And his Son brighter than the sun lighteth my days, chasing darkness away.
As the sun goes down He comes down with His shadow of wings, and then my garden blossoms beyond every bound.
I see Him in His WORD,
His beauty beyond words.
He showers the Holy fume
Drawing the spirit closer to Him.
His word, sweeter than honey,
Make my tongue drip honey.
Oh! How I love and long for it
B’coz I can’t live without it.
Yes, it makes me blessed and buoyant
And things get done beyond.
It makes me wiser than my enemies, ancient, and teachers.
For His word exceedingly broad is
My medication every day
For great is the God of His WORD.
I see HIM in my brother, who cares,
Where all my cares I share
In whom I see a shoulder ready to bear
When the burden is beyond my power.
My walk with him take away the fear
Even in the valley of horror
He stands ever near to care
That my needs are taken care.
The solace abound when he’s around
For he is there when I fall on ground
Making sure no stone left unturned
That I stand aright again on the ground.
How blessed am I to have many such around in all that surround.
Oh how great the role they played to make me what I am today.
I see Him on the cross, His love in fulness.
Where the sinless was made sinful for a wretch useless,
The ever greatest exchange on that tree
To make me eternally free
No other bargain ever made
That to my gain, blessings with bliss.
From there came the loud voice: “it is finished” and,
The Gates opened, the walls broken, the hell shaken, the vail torned that I may cry ABBA Father, standing fearless in the holy of holies.
He did it all at once that wouldn’t be possible with my toil of a thousand years.
Oh what a victory the Son won on the tree.
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