It’s just the ‘edges of His ways’
That we ever catch a glimpse ;
The marvel of His full doings
We could not stand to gaze.
Be it manna in the wilderness
Or water squirting from a rock,
It was just the ‘edges of His ways’
When Balaam’s donkey began to talk.
A pillar of fire for light by night
A pillar of cloud to guide the days
Wondrous would be this singular sight,
Yet, they’re just the “edges of His ways”
On fields of harvest bounty glisten
Tints of gold from a setting sun
It’s just the ‘edges of His ways’
His whisper that the day is done.
It’s just the ‘edges of His ways’
When there’s healing on it’s way;
When a pressing need is quickly met
Under a crushing blow, you don’t sway.
It’s just the ‘edges of His ways’
That we ever catch a glimpse
The marvel of His full doings
We could not stand to gaze.
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Indeed these are the mere edges of His ways, And how small a whisper we hear of Him! But the thunder of His power who can understand?
Job 26:14