With all of my heart and pieces of being

I cry praise before an angel mob.

Your unending truth and relentless love

buckle my legs beneath the weight

of Your Name.

 

One day all will fall as I have fallen

and exalt all of His ways.

They will fall and lift heart

to the One on high, and forever

give Him praise!

 

Though on high is He and King of creation,

he bends to heal the heart of a peasant.

From a distance my God knows

the prideful heart,

cold,

full of resentment.

 

How fearful the road and full of danger,

anger

from those who mock the King.

Yet His purpose will pass by His always love,

and a firm grasp of the right hand of rescuing.

 

anthony forrest