~Brooding Blue~

By Amy Carmichael

Lord of the brooding blue

Of pleasant summer skies,

Lord of each little bird

That through the clear air flies

'Tis wonderful to me

That I am loved by Thee.

Lord of the blinding heat,

Of mighty wind and rain,

The city's crowded street,

Desert and peopled plain,

'Tis wonderful to me

That I am loved by Thee.

Lord of night's jeweled roof,

Day's various tapestry,

Lord of the warp and woof

Of All that yet shall be,

'Tis wonderful to me

That I am loved by Thee.

Lord of my merry cheers,

My grey that turns to gold,

And my most private tears

And comforts manifold,

'Tis wonderful to me

That I am loved by Thee.