I
watched the full moon rising up
Along
the mountain’s base,
The
sun washed clouds reflecting pink
Like
heaven’s blushing face.
The
trees decked out in bright array
As
autumn paints each leaf.
They
whirl and dance their wild ballet,
Beauty
beyond belief.
The
oceans roll, the mountains rise,
The
stars light the dark sky,
And
I’m compelled to hold my breath
In
awe as each pass by.
The
power and the majesty
Displayed
are truly grand,
But
greater still the majesty
Of
the Creator’s hand.
Psalm
8: 3-4
When
I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which
you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of
man that you care for him?
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