"The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship." Psalm 19:1
He is jealous for me. Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree;
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory.
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all.