Many, O LORD my God, are Your wonderful works
         Which You have done;
         And Your thoughts toward us
         Cannot be recounted to You in order;
         If I would declare and speak of them,
         They are more than can be numbered.

Psalm 40:5

 

 

Jehovah You are some kind of wonderful

Always thinking of me

And how to lavish Your love

Let me count the ways

 

Sometimes a bouquet of flowers behind Your back

Fragrance lingering

Honey in a glass to awaken my taste

Oil of Your anointing rising up on me

A whisper in my ear

 

The artist You are, creating vision in the sky

A beautiful glass slipper drawn miles high

Resounding I’m your princess

Or a writers quill with the ink of the Holy Spirit waiting for a dip

 

At times You invite me to dance

Or simply rest in Your arms

Maybe even a walk on the beach

Or a stroll down memory lane

 

In my dreams we watch the revelations yet to come

And promises yet to be fulfilled

The brush of angels wings

Or chills that roll over my body soul and spirit

 

Oh Your ways are endless just like Your love

Sending in Angels to deliver a message

or war in my stead

They sing Holy Holy Holy worshipping overhead

What about a visitation?  You are sending them too

 

You’re always thinking up new ways to love me

Once twice three times

Sending messages in a row

Making sure that I know

 

You are my some kind of wonderful

Everlasting love

I’ve found my treasure in You