Exhortation to love for the savior and creator of all
It is truly a wonderful thing to observe the positive effects that nature in all its glory can have on a person. The lush, verdant greens of the rolling estate landscape offer a pleasing alternative to the eye so accustomed to hard concrete and miles of tar. The fresh highland air and towering mounts revitalize and refresh, bringing strength to tired hands and hope to weary limbs. In such surroundings as one finds oneself in the beautiful Cameron Highlands, one feels a song of praise to the Almighty Creator welling up from within, bursting forth in the joyous songs of the cricket, the thrush, the sparrow, and the rushing streams and waterfalls.
O how I love the Creator! How I marvel at His precision, His unsurpassed creativity, His vastness and majestic greatness revealed in the splendid grandeur of the highlands! When I consider Thy creation, O Lord, and the heavens, which Thou hast ordained with Thine very hands, what is man that Thou art mindful of Him? And the son of man, that Thou visitest him?My heart is filled with love and awe for my Lord, the Almighty, who formed and fashioned all these wonders, and yet, came to the earth He created to suffer and die and the hands of His creation to redeem them from the curse of sin and death. How great the sacrifice, how deep the love of the Father, that He would send His only begotten Son to die for such as us!
How can I run after vain glories when my Savior left the matchless glories of Paradise for the lowly dwellings of men, mere hovels in comparison with the smallest mansion in heaven? How can I hold back anything from the One who gave His all for me? How can I indulge in the evil passions of sin, when it was for those very things that He endured the scourge, the crown-of-thorns, and the nails?
Take me as I am, dear Lord, my life is all Thine. Break me, mould me, fashion me, O Master Craftsman, into Your likeness, into an instrument of Your glory. Then use me to proclaim the splendor of Your glorious Name, and the mighty works of Your right arm. All glory and honor and wisdom and strength to Him who sits upon the throne, crowned in mercy and truth, and unto the Lamb forever and ever amen!
O how I love the Creator! How I marvel at His precision, His unsurpassed creativity, His vastness and majestic greatness revealed in the splendid grandeur of the highlands! When I consider Thy creation, O Lord, and the heavens, which Thou hast ordained with Thine very hands, what is man that Thou art mindful of Him? And the son of man, that Thou visitest him?My heart is filled with love and awe for my Lord, the Almighty, who formed and fashioned all these wonders, and yet, came to the earth He created to suffer and die and the hands of His creation to redeem them from the curse of sin and death. How great the sacrifice, how deep the love of the Father, that He would send His only begotten Son to die for such as us!
How can I run after vain glories when my Savior left the matchless glories of Paradise for the lowly dwellings of men, mere hovels in comparison with the smallest mansion in heaven? How can I hold back anything from the One who gave His all for me? How can I indulge in the evil passions of sin, when it was for those very things that He endured the scourge, the crown-of-thorns, and the nails?
Take me as I am, dear Lord, my life is all Thine. Break me, mould me, fashion me, O Master Craftsman, into Your likeness, into an instrument of Your glory. Then use me to proclaim the splendor of Your glorious Name, and the mighty works of Your right arm. All glory and honor and wisdom and strength to Him who sits upon the throne, crowned in mercy and truth, and unto the Lamb forever and ever amen!
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