In my alarm I said, “I am cut off from Your sight!” Yet You heard my cry for mercy when I called to You for help (Psalm 31:22).
O Heavenly Father, Omnipotent, Omnipresent God, You are not far from any one of us. For in [You] we live and move and have our being (Acts 17:27-28).
Yet, so often, the shutters of doubt, despair, dread, and unbelief obscure our view. In our worry, in our anxiety, in our fear, in our panic, in our alarm, we think ourself "cut off from Your sight." But we are never out of Your infinite vision O Lord Almighty.
Today, You see the ones who are forgotten, overlooked, dismissed. You see the ones whose cause is ignored. You see the ones who are discouraged—who are lost and invisible in the mayhem and clutter. You see the ones who are desperately trying to navigate the treacherous, fickle, and ever-changing paths of modern existence. You see the ones who are engulfed by the pit.
Remind us that even when the world disregards us, overlooks us, looks through us, looks past us, Your eyes are on our ways, and You see all our steps (Job 34:21). Thank You Lord, that You never forget us—that the eyes of the Lord range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to Him (2 Chronicles 16:9). Help us to wholly trust You—to fully commit our hearts to You.
Rise up on our behalf as we look to You. Strengthen our hearts. Let the light of Your divine power break through the slanted veil of our circumstances. Give us eyes that see Your glory, Your might, and Your majesty. Thank You that wherever we are, You hear our cry for mercy.
I trust in God wherever I may be, Upon the land, or on the rolling sea, For come what may, from day to day, My heav’nly Father watches over me.
Refrain: I trust in God, I know He cares for me; On mountain bleak or on the stormy sea; Though billows roll, He keeps my soul; My heav’nly Father watches over me.
He makes the rose an object of His care, He guides the eagle through the pathless air, And surely He remembers me; My heav’nly Father watches over me.
I trust in God, for, in the lion’s den, On battlefield, or in the prison pen, Through praise or blame, through flood or flame, My heav’nly Father watches over me.
The valley may be dark, the shadows deep, But, oh, the Shepherd guards His lonely sheep; And through the gloom He’ll lead me home, My heav’nly Father watches over me.
~ William C. Martin ~ published 1910
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