Jesus, you are over everything “…putting everything in subjection under His feet. Now in putting everything under subjection to him, He left nothing outside His control. At present, we do not see everything in subjection to Him. ” (Hebrews 2:8)
When the vanities of my thoughts cloud the view, how do I wade through the haze to see you?
You are over the wind, the rain, the fog, my pain, my tears. You are over my prayers and over my wandering mind. I am subject to your discipline and you are over my redemption. You are over my strength and my might and by your Spirit I exist.
At the end of the day, I look back to see how you clothed my way. How you wrapped my wandering mind in your grace and you took away the cluttered space of my wasted time.
Jesus, you are over everything. Your mercies shy of nothing and by your grace, the universe sings. Your footstool is the altar of persuasion and by your cross, the church bell rings.
Chained to the One who leads me on, I bind my thoughts to thee
A peddler by grace for His name’s sake, the Lord my reason be
In faith I walk squinting to see, time give way to eternity
Alone or mingled the aroma sweet, as Jesus leads me to His feet