The Covenant Care of My God
He is better to me than all of my hopes;
He is better than all of my fears;
He makes a bridge of my broken works
And a rainbow of all my tears.
The waves that surrounded my deep sea path,
Also carried my Lord on their crest;
When I think on the days of my wilderness march,
I can lean on His love for the rest.
He emptied my hands of my fake treasure store,
And His covenant love revealed,
Every painful wound in my aching heart,
The balm of His breath has healed.
He guided by paths that I could not see,
By ways that I have not known;
The crooked was straight, and the rough was plain
As I followed the Lord alone.
I praise Him still for the pleasant palms
And the water-springs by the way,
For the glowing pillar of flame by night
And the sheltering cloud by day.
There's never a place on the dreariest path,
But His promise of love endears;
I read from the past that my future shall be
Far better than all my fears.
Like the golden pot of the wilderness bread
Laid up with the blossoming rod;
All safe in the ark with the law of the Lord,
Is the covenant care of my God.
~ Author Unknown ~
This version adapted and updated by Kelly Mowrer, September 2016
© Live at the Well
Permissions: You are permitted and encouraged to reproduce and distribute this material in any format provided that you do not alter the wording in any way and do not charge a fee. Any exceptions to the above must be approved by Live at the Well.
Please include the following statement on any distributed copy: By Kelly Mowrer. © Live at the Well.
He is better than all of my fears;
He makes a bridge of my broken works
And a rainbow of all my tears.
The waves that surrounded my deep sea path,
Also carried my Lord on their crest;
When I think on the days of my wilderness march,
I can lean on His love for the rest.
He emptied my hands of my fake treasure store,
And His covenant love revealed,
Every painful wound in my aching heart,
The balm of His breath has healed.
He guided by paths that I could not see,
By ways that I have not known;
The crooked was straight, and the rough was plain
As I followed the Lord alone.
I praise Him still for the pleasant palms
And the water-springs by the way,
For the glowing pillar of flame by night
And the sheltering cloud by day.
There's never a place on the dreariest path,
But His promise of love endears;
I read from the past that my future shall be
Far better than all my fears.
Like the golden pot of the wilderness bread
Laid up with the blossoming rod;
All safe in the ark with the law of the Lord,
Is the covenant care of my God.
~ Author Unknown ~
This version adapted and updated by Kelly Mowrer, September 2016
© Live at the Well
Permissions: You are permitted and encouraged to reproduce and distribute this material in any format provided that you do not alter the wording in any way and do not charge a fee. Any exceptions to the above must be approved by Live at the Well.
Please include the following statement on any distributed copy: By Kelly Mowrer. © Live at the Well.