Who Is Like You Oh Lord In All The Earth
Who is like You, O Lord, in all the earth?
He who breathes galaxies as easily as men exhale,
He who paints the sky with colors no eye has named
And yet stoops low to cradle the sparrow in His hand.
Who is like the One who carved mountains with a whisper,
Yet stitched lilies with more care than kings stitch robes?
The heavens are Your curtain, the stars Your scattered jewels,
And the earth Your humble footstool kissed by glory.
You told light to walk, and it ran.
You commanded night to fall, and it bowed.
The sun obeys Your schedule, the moon reflects Your poetry,
And time itself waits at the door of Your will.
Who is like You, who sits on eternity yet walks in my dust?
You shaped my lungs with Your breath,
Wove my soul with threads of thunder and mercy,
And called me good when I was still but dust and longing.
The trees clap their hands at Your arrival,
The oceans hush to hear Your whisper.
Even silence sings when You pass by!
Creation is drunk with awe,
and I drown in the flood of Your wonder.
Who made fruit taste sweet and thorns grow with purpose?
Who made deserts bloom and bones rise from valleys?
You turn graves into gardens, ashes into beauty,
And a sinner like me into a psalm of grace.
The earth is not just Yours it is You, reflected.
Every breeze is a kiss of Your Spirit,
Every thunder is a roar of Your justice,
And every heartbeat mine included is a drumbeat of Your presence.
So I cry: Who is like You, O Lord?
Not in heaven, not in earth, not in time, nor in eternity.
You are unsearchable yet near, invisible yet seen.
You are paradox wrapped in love, glory wrapped in dust.
Blessed are You, Most High
My Maker, my Music, my Morning Star.
Let all I am burn to tell of who You are.
For even if I had a thousand tongues, they'd all fall short.
Still, I will sing.
Saying who is like you oh lord in all the earth
and the heavens above
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Christen Kuikoua
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