God's Power

When the mist on the mountains heralds the day,
And the sun in its first strength drives it away.

When the crow calls its mate,
And the river finds the lake,

Even now I remember God’s pow’r.

Yet when life seems too hard,
And my sight, by sin, has been marred;

When I, like the Children of Israel, say,
“To follow the Lord is too much to pay.”

That is when I’ve forgotten God’s pow’r.

Is it upon life’s seas that I base
God’s strength or His weakness, whatever the case?

His strength will ever be the same.
There is no weakness in His name.

It’s my faith, not God’s pow’r, that’s changed.