A Thought For Thursday

I sit in my third-story room, thankful to have reached the end of a long day.  The summer heat, which had dissipated yesterday, has returned, bringing with it more than it's fair share of humidity.  The fan is blowing furiously and the windows are flung open.  Through the dark night drifts the sound of singing.  Voices raised in the chapel carry on a slow-moving breeze through my bedroom window and I close my eyes, listening. 

It's a praise and worship song, one I haven't heard in awhile.  But it's not old.  These words never grow old. 

Holy.

                                           Worthy.

                                                                                                    Lord of Lords.

                                                                       King of Kings.

                   Mighty God.

                                                Emmanuel.

Great I AM.

Prince of Peace.

                                                                                                     Lamb.

                                    Living God.

        Saving Grace.

                                                     Ancient of Days.

                                                                                                  Alpha.

                 Omega.

                                                                                      Beginning and End.

                                      Savior.

                                           Messiah.

          Redeemer.

                                                        Friend.

They'll never grow old.  They'll never grow faint.  The Name of Our God will endure forever.  His love will remain from everlasting to everlasting.

"May his name endure forever, his fame continue as long as the sun!" [Psalm 72:17]