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God Reigns Supreme

There are so many foolish doctrines about God in nominal Christendom. Yet if one truly believes and not only professes that God reigns supreme over all things, those doctrines would be readily, joyfully discarded. Knowing the reality of the supremacy of God is the victory over sin, the flesh, the devil, error, darkness, hell and death. My friend, of, by, for and to Him are all things.

 

Supremely excellent are the ways of the Lord!

What is the strength and wrath of man?

What is the wisdom of man?

In vain he strives and labors to perform;

He fails;

But God reigns over all,

His daily wonders to perform.

 

Blessed are the eyes of those who see His works,

His hand in all,

His might manifest on behalf of those

Who love Him and who are called

According to His counsel and will.

 

Victory belongs to the Lord God Almighty.

In defeat, He reigns;

In chastening, He builds;

In failure, He prospers;

In weakness, He is perfected

In His chosen ones.

 

Nothing below Him can thwart His design;

There is nothing above;

The blessed ones are sure,

Established forevermore,

Their path brighter as they go

Though darkness around them

Grows thicker and more horrible.

Moon River, Oct. 28, 1991

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