“I lift You high in praise, my God, O my King!
and I’ll bless Your name into eternity.
I’ll bless You every day,
and keep it up from now to eternity.
God is magnificent; He can never be praised enough.
There are no boundaries to His greatness.
Generation after generation stands in awe of Your work;
each one tells stories of Your mighty acts.”
Generation after Generation . . .
Spring unfolds the tenderest buds of promise, gracing the limbs with green.
And every year we marvel at the wondrous gift this season brings.
Leaves unfurl and petals bloom. And we hear creation’s song.
The whole earth sings of His deep desire to redeem each winter with spring. For this is what God does best. He removes the deadness of winter’s past, and fills the void with life and color and hope.
His handiwork reminds us of our own renewing. Of the way He reached from heaven and saved us. He gave us a new name and called us His own.
So we stand in history among friends of Mercy; we join the song of Grace. Then we look to the younger, and we tell them our stories. From one generation to another.
We speak of His goodness, the way His love unites us. And we invite them to sing with us too.
Join us today, in the comments, giving thanks
for the person who shared God’s gift of grace with you.