Not a moment to lose
to Our lord I risen
to do His bidding
He is the saving grace .
He is the smile on every face .
Firmly I stand , for He's taking my hand
He is our Lord , God of the sea and land
He is our Savior , Our Redeemer
He makes the sun doth raise
He makes the sea and the rest .
To Him daily we must praise .
I see Him in every cloud
In thunder that rumbles so loud .
On all the flowers that bloom
I see Him everywhere I roam .
Today I go to the fair .
I see Him there .
On every face , an image of Him I see .
I see Him in you and me .
Every sunrise and sunset .
Every little butterfly or insect .
Remind me of Him , Lord of all .
I think of Him at fall .
How should I praise Him that makeh me
I praise him from my heart
There he shall dwell .
I'll draw water of life from that well .
If I should perchance see a suffering man
I'll think of Him that hang on the cross .
to save us from a fate
before it's too late.
Every bird of the air and beast of the land
belong to Him in the highest.
We must go to him the quickest.
Lest if we delay , we'll not be blest .
By Agatha Lai ©