Father's Day

Father, I see you in your people

               The Zion of the living God

      Your sanctuary in the earth

Your habitation for evermore



Your handiwork and your workmanship

                                  Your family and your Army

         Your Tabernacle and your dwelling place

Not a house made with hands



You sit on the throne above your heavens

                           Above Your creation You sit enthroned

        Where You seek the heart of the repentant soul

To prepare a room for your Holy Place



In the very room where self once ruled

                                You take dominion as the invited guest

             By the creature You made of earth and mud

To set above your created world



So who are we who in arrogance sit

                                Self exalted, eyes full of pride

              Our minds demented by every sin

How could Your love this gulf overcome!