The Fringes

Fringes

“Behold, these are the fringes of His ways, And how faint a word we hear of Him!
But His mighty thunder, who can understand?” ~Job 26:15-17

He stretches out the north over empty space
And hangs the earth on nothing
And how faint a word we even hear of Him
And yet – our eyes and ears and
Minds get all the candy

I sing for grace
For grace it lets me sing
And all I’ve ever seen or heard
Or haven’t seen or heard
It’s His
There is no other
All of this is but the fringes

And these are but the fringes
And all the world hinges on His grace and on His word
He speaks things into being
And the spoken things revealing
The glory of our God and King

I’m stumbling upon things that aren’t mine
All the things He spoke to life before time

Name one thing that’s not
One law or thought
He taught the clay
Molded it
Behold, He called the sheep
That’s why they came
Sheep who by grace got a peep
And made it cheap by calling it mine.

I sing for grace
For grace it lets me sing
And all I’ve ever seen or heard
Or haven’t seen or heard
It’s His
There is no other
All of this is but the fringes…

~Shane Barnard

Post Script: I listened to this song on the way to work this morning and was overwhelmed by the desire...the need...to fall on my knees and pray. How does one do that when in a car? I was so tempted to turn my car around and call in "late" this morning...