May this always be my prayer Let me not forget my Savior
That amid the depths of the Living Word
That although I search for hidden gems
Let me not neglect the One
The cornerstone of all creation The Word of Life himself
The One who lowered himself To walk beside the likes of me He sat, he ate, he bathed
He ached, he bled
He suffered indescribably He died
Let me now forget he did it for me
That all this Life, all this Love
The whole of creation
At which the heavens gaze
Each smiling face to enjoy
Every sparkling brook to taste Grizzlies catching salmon Flamingos taking flight
Sandpipers outrunning surf
Sea lions rolling in the sun
All this from him to me
Such love and such grace
For this he came, born to the maid
Humble beginnings, hidden in hay
Oh, what a Savior
So selfless, so true He died for me He died for you
Stephen Pursell, 10/13/02
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