Misconception (about God)

Some say He sits upon His throne
To view the sins of men,
Recording all the works we’ve done
‘Til He returns again,
They say that He is never seen
And very seldom heard,
They view Him as a Judge so mean
And not a loving Lord
I long to shout from mountain-peaks
Open up your eyes,
You deafened ears, each day He speaks
From earth and sea and skies
Oh, can’t you hear His gentle tone
Melt over every hill
As He treads the breaking dawn
And parts the darkened veil
Oh, can’t you hear Him in the song
Of earth, its Maker praising
The flowing brook, the feathered throng
The eastern sky a-blazing
The cry of babes, the bleat of lamb
The faithful rooster crowing
THERE HE IS, THE GREAT I AM
A GLIMPSE OF HIS LOVE GLOWING
Oh, can’t you see Him ride the storm
In nature’s power wielding
And yet He keeps wee sparrows warm
Beneath a downy shielding
Oh, can’t you see Him in the tears
Of humbled hearts so tender
Bidding farewell to loved ones dear
As back to earth they render
The body of a precious soul
But there is peace in knowing
That this is not their final goal
AH, SEE HIS GREAT LOVE SHOWING
And in the rainbow of the calm
With storm and fury fading
He ministers a healing balm
To faithful hearts a-waiting
And like a rose about to bloom
The tender leaves are parted
He breathes His love into the gloom
And heals the broken-hearted
Then, fragile as a butterfly
Yet strengthened by His spirit
Above life’s storm He lifts us high
HIS LOVE SHOUTS AND WE HEAR IT