If God were not sovereign, it’d still be dark and void,
He spoke the light into existence,
Throughout the earth all life deployed,
From nothing came solar systems,
His voice commanded conformity,
His power had the authority,
All came to be with no resistance.
If God were not sovereign, what would Israel do?
Trapped on the banks of the Red Sea, the Hebrews were afraid,
God told the sea to split in two,
But would it have obeyed?
If the sea was not at his command,
And stayed the waters with his hand,
For by His voice the water was made.
If God were not sovereign, would Satan have obeyed?
The limitations God appointed,
The restrictions that he laid,
While Job was being tested?
“Go thus far,
and no further,”
But Satan could not exploit it.
If God isn’t sovereign, I couldn’t trust his plan,
His intentions could be good and well,
But vulnerable to man,
The will of Satan could prevail,
Hope could not be found,
Fears would all abound,
Life would be uncertain hell.
If God isn’t sovereign, suffering would be vain,
When nights get dark and life gets hard there would,
Be no meaning in my pain,
But alas, God writes it all, and so I understood,
That even hardship has a reason,
I can trust him every season,
For he works all things for my good!
But if God were not sovereign, could he work all for my good?
Could he trump the intention of devil and man?
What if by my foolish choice I could,
Thwart the goodness of his plan?
Lift up your eyes and see the one,
Who created the stars, the moon, the sun,
And because of his mighty power, none can stay his hand.
His sovereign power makes me shudder,
But I remember that he cares,
He doesn’t just command the stars,
But knows the number of my hairs,
Almighty, yet intimate,
His understanding, infinite,
He sees my cries and hears my prayers.
Is God isn’t sovereign, how could I get sleep?
I lay awake and think the worst,
Filled with dread I weep,
At the awful fears that I’ve rehearsed,
The only pill that helps me rest,
Is resting in his sovereign best,
My joy returns, my fear dispersed.
Like invisible tracks guiding the train,
To its appointed station,
So you direct a drop of rain,
To its precise location,
To quench the thirsty blade of grass,
Unless you will it, none comes to pass,
You rule every detail of your creation.
I lay my head on this soft pillow,
Knowing he has power over all,
In sickness or in health I know,
That my God isn’t small,
I don’t understand all his ways,
But for all my days his name I’ll praise,
For he’s sovereign over all!
