He keeps his promises
He holds to His Word
He is the constant
On my knees or standing tall,
I am heard
He is Master of All
He has made it from His very breath;
He is perfect
Yet we, one by one, to sin fall
And, like sheep, unknowingly stray from the path
Consequently to endure great wrath!
Yes, in despair it seems!
But He conjured up a Plan
Above our most wild dreams
He sent His dear own Son
To live as all man, yet all God
To fulfill the prophesies and a perfect life
To drink our destiny of outpoured death
To feel the sting, so we should not.
In our place, He called “I will pay!”
By this, to the Father God, He is the Way
From the first lights of created things
To the end of all
His children who accept this as true and follow Him fully, just like He promised,
Will be protected under His wing
When all else crumbles and falls.