Sorrowful Mysteries

ith eyes bowed to the ground or looking up into His Glory In my mind and not in sound I so often replay His story Of all His Grace and Glory seen, the miracles He would perform But you won't know what I mean until your the one in the storm His creatures great and small, no one could think this up on their own Yet He did and He knows it all, right down to the last seed you've sown But of all this I already know, His Power only matched by His Grace As in His Name I grow, in so the day I will one day see His Face As nothing else needs to be said He is my Savior through and through Just as in my own head I am constantly giving Our Creator His due And when I forget or choose not to, going off on my merry little ways I will tell you that it's true, they have been some of my worst days Like it says in Psalms 71:8 Let my mouth be filled with your praise all day But this is just a personal trait like so many others who continue to pray And every day I get the answers to every question that I ever sought In me His Word stirs, my own salvation, through His Grace was bought It had a price. A terrible, terrible price. But it is paid. You need only accept. How great is that? Or as we say, How great Thou are, how great Thou are!