A NIGHT IN YOSEMITE
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Lord
As I stand here in worship, hands held high
Angels above singing, a standing ovation
A testament before all of creation.
I enter his court with thanksgiving
Unworthy, yet here I stand before him
He is Lord of Lords, King of Kings
Hosanna in the highest, creation sings
This night here in wondrous Yosemite,
I sing praises to my God and Savior
In glory the stars rejoice, so profound
And upon the rock, his hallowed ground
For this is the day that the Lord has made,
I will rejoice and be glad in it
Let the moon and heavens above cry out
Until his return with trumpet’s shout!
By Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
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