buildings stand yet we don’t question if it was made by hands
Abraham was promised that his offspring would be like sand , filling the land
we speak in the evidence yet ponder if it was a coincidence
that everything fell into place like this , or was it spoken into existence
at first just merely a thought , an idea, a notion
a world full of light, of change, of life unstained…..
how did it feel to peer upon a plan so good
knowing it might never be fully understood
the cause or reason or purpose behind and between the nature of everything
how did feel to behold a work so rich, needing to be experienced through every little inch..
the ants cry out “Holy are you , God”
the whales belt “Holy are you, God”
the birds proclaim “There is no one like you, O God”
the sun gleams “Great is the creator of every good thing under the sun”
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