Great and awesome, mighty God,
You who made the heavens and earth,
And every soul that comes to birth.
We do not understand Your ways,
Oblique to every mind are they.
How often we misspend our days.
We struggle, strive, to keep alive.
We fight, we hate, offense do take,
‘Til understanding comes – too late?
Your mercy, grace, so fathomless;
Your justice, anger, so restrained,
Until the time You have ordained.
Your patience for us wayward souls,
Your love expressed a thousand-fold —
Infinity we now behold.
How do we You now comprehend?
How, small soul, your ways to mend?
His mercy triumphs in the end.
clarakatalin 
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