Funny thing is, I don’t have a first memory of God
From my mother’s womb I was cast upon You
In fact, You removed me from life’s consuming womb
And nourished me with Your eternal faithfulness
Trust in You grew as I sucked on my empty thumb

Lord, I will praise You before the courts of the land
And testify before those that seek You and love You
All the rich of the earth shall hear and openly worship
For You have not hidden Yourself from the world
Nor have You locked Your Word away in our hearts

The true heart of a trusting man is but a storehouse
For the outpouring of the growing blessings of my God
The poor shall have plenty and praise the LORD
To His righteousness, we are a people just being born
The children of salvation serving the Prince of Peace

All the nations shall gather at His feet and declare
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lamb that serves my God
Worthy is the Lamb that poured out His life for me
The world shall remember and turn to honor Him
The nations will bow for the kingdom is the Lord’s

© 2006 Tim D. Coulter Sr.