I Meditate on Your Deeds

I contemplate the vast cosmos

That wheels across the sky,
The microscopic creatures
I can’t see with my eye
The song the wind sings in the trees,
A robin’s plaintive cry.
How mighty and how varied are
Your works, Oh Lord on High.
 
How is it that You hear each voice
That’s lifted up in prayer
Or see tomorrow’s bright promise
Though night still chills the air.
Oh Lord, I cannot understand,
My mind cannot conceive,
How You can do all of these things,
And yet, Lord, I believe.
 
Psalm 77:12
I will consider all your works and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”