For You Lord it is never too dry or too wet to feel
uncomfortable
You are never too hot or too cold to feel miserable
For You it is never too loud or too faint for You not to be
able to hear
It is never too high or too low for You to touch
Nor is it too bright or too dark for You to be able to see
It is never too hard or too soft for You to be able to feel
For You Yahweh have made things Your Way
You Control the largest flood and
Make Your bed in the heart of the desert place
You walk in the midst of the earthquake
And sit in the heart of the iceberg
You Lord blow out the volcano
Like a child blows out his birthday candles
You scale the highest mountains and soar with eagles
Yet You Swim with creatures in the very depths of
the oceans
Your Hand feels the ‘hurricane’ created by a butterfly
Yet Your Heart cries for the hardest of human hearts
Father, Your Ear hears the faintest cry in
the atom bomb explosion
Yet Your Eye does not Blink in front of the brightest
sunshine You Created
You see every secret in the blackest of man’s hearts
Your Heart feels the softest touch of a crying soul
So, all will Know You are Our Heavenly Father
