Neal Pollard
I cannot stop staring at the mountains and the skies
The beauty is so breathless, an endless feast for my eyes
I cannot look at all this and give credit to luck or chance
I’m a victor of the Creator, not a victim of circumstance.
The heavens preach this sermon, Our God He loves and lives
All nature shares the message, what joy and hope it gives
He’s up in heaven waiting until the day He’ll bring us home
For now He’s left us evidence, and we pray, “Lord Jesus, come.”
I cannot stop looking into my little baby’s eyes
I see his parents’ imprint when he laughs and when he cries
In awe my tears are welling as his face shows eternity
This little one God’s endless power shows to all who clearly see
You cannot look at people and fail to see the living God
Our design says a designer, to say “no God” is to play the fraud
He’s patiently waiting for more people to come to Him and live
What will you do with this moment? Give what you have to give.
I cannot stop reading this Book that explains it all
My cause, my purpose, my destiny, His plan, His way, His call
It has proven to be perfect, it’s been tried and tried again.
It says there is an answer to my problem it calls sin.
The Bible shares the mind of God, it helps us find the way
It helps us understand His heart, and how to live today
It pierces our hearts so we’ll make room to put His will inside
How great our God to show us the path where we can walk at His side
