As High as the Prairie Sky

Lord, I needed to picture your grace

and I looked above:

Your grace is as high as the prairie sky.

Your grace is as wide as the prairie sky.

The height of God’s grace,

draws me to my knees;

The width of His grace,

draws me closer to his side.

Your grace is as high as the prairie sky;

Your grace is as wide as the prairie sky.

Sometimes I feel a little dry

and rain comes from the sky.

God’s refreshing, cooling rain,

Pouring down his grace.

Grace high as the prairie sky,

Grace wide as the prairie sky.

Thunder rolls as lightning flashes,

Storms of life occur.

Still your grace shines from above

Coming down with your great love.

Grace high as the prairie sky,

Grace wide as the prairie sky.

Grace so vast I cannot see its end

God’s grace shining freely down on me.

Grace so high is draws me to my knees;

Grace so wide, it calls me closer to His side.

Grace high as the prairie sky,

Grace wide as the prairie sky.

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Copyright 2019, Katherine Carswell

Photo by Katherine Carswell