How Great is Our God?

March 27, 2022

Do your thoughts of God glorify Him or grieve Him? Do your prayers to God bless Him or insult Him? Does your giving show you trust God enough to give Him your tithe and believe He will meet all your needs? A. W. Tozer said: “What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.” How would you answer that question? If you need help or a starting point in coming up with your answer, a king named David wrote a song that gives us the most exhaustive description of the greatness of God found in the Bible. As we study this passage of Scripture today, we are going to learn why the greatest knowledge we can ever have is the knowledge of just how great God is. And as we do, we’re going to be able to get a little closer to answering the question, “How great is our God?”

Topics: Loneliness, Greatness, Knowledge

Bible Reference

O LORD, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it.
Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you.