GOD IN OUR LIFE

Sky Borne Things: A Pilot's Psalm

The grace of line, the shapes that fly

consume my thoughts and fill my eye.

I rest my gaze on things above

then, I'm reminded of His love.

The blue- the cloud- the flash- the thunder

The wing- the roar- the awe- the wonder!

He knows so well these things of joy

He knows my heart- I'm still that boy.

He called to me thru love and grace

thru bright blue skies and midnight space.

He drew me back thru men who fly

to love His Son, who came to die.

God gave me wings to call my own

and with them grander things has shown:

The Spirit walk, the humble heart

the final glide, the daring start.

To be borne up by Hands unseen....

-set safely down in fields of green.

He could but ask, then I would part

with sky borne things-- He has my heart.

He's let me keep them, O what grace!

The beauty of His sky and space...

They're His good gifts, each sky borne thing-

How can I not adore my King?

Vast things are small in His great touch

Yet this big God loves me so much.

When I gaze up, far into space

He whispers- He's prepared my place.

Come!  Meet my God. Come, love Him, too-

and He'll prepare a place for you.

And when you know you hear His voice

Give thanks! Be glad! God calls by choice.

My awesome God of Love and Grace

my awesome God made sky and space.

My awesome God rules sky borne things

as Lord of Lords, the King of Kings.

Each time I gaze on things above

He calls to me and speaks His love.

Cam Martin

September 10, 1994