The Apple Of His Eye

“He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye.” Deuteronomy 32:10

“For thus saith the LORD of hosts; After the glory hath he sent me unto the nations which spoiled you: for he that toucheth you toucheth the apple of his eye.” Zechariah 2:8

“Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings, …” Psalm17:8

THE APPLE OF HIS EYE

Rev. Dr. Winston Watson

Void, without form was the world that we know

Empty of God, without his glory, none to show

He moved, Jehovah moved over the deep

His desire: make a new world for his man to keep

His word he spoke, and brought the world into order

With a wave of his hand he made the universe and its border

The world was empty, created anew

Jehovah’s plan, in place, his creation was true

He saw his plan, unfolding by his word

But his heart yearned for fellowship, a close walk with his ward

He touched the earth, a man he did form

Breathed in him Life, his creation was born

A man with dominion, authority and might

To rule over his world, both day and night

The tempter did see and in envy beheld

God’s love for his man, his creation, the crown on his head

He tempted the creature, he tried man and won

Man lost his place, his fellowship was gone

But God in his wisdom, his power and might

Looked through the ages, and planned the tempters flight

From his bosom above, he sent his own son

To redeem mankind and preserve his plan

On Calvary, the nails pierced his innocent hand

The sword his side, a sinless lamb

To defend his virtue, to uphold God’s son

The angels were arrayed awaiting God’s command

He died with no word, He gave himself in pain

Why you may say? We were to gain

Angels and demons, ready to fight,

the battle lines drawn

The battle of the ages, determined tonight

But God stilled his army,

though ready to fight

His command he echoed, no, not tonight

His son entered the grave, his body so still,

no life in his flesh, we mortals did kill

But on a day, count it, it was three

God called from heaven, LET HIM BE FREE

He arose in all his glory, his divine presence appeared

In might, and in power, the conqueror was made

Now he is seated in glory at Jehovah’s right hand,

In majesty, having dominion over all this span

Lift up and praise him, for his amazing grace

Sending his son, to take our place

Praise his name o earth, sea and sky

Give honor to the king; declare his work to all who come by

Give honor to him, sing praises on high,

Angels adore him, but we are the apple of his eye