The Incomprehensible - Re-Posted

The hills stretch back millennia

The seas are older still,
And yet they are a passing thought
When compared to Your will.
 
The stars will burn out in a blink,
And new stars take their place,
But even their bright, burning lives
Merely reflect your face.
 
I speak the words, they’re meaningless.
I still can’t understand
The power over time and form
Resting within Your hand.
 
Oh Lord, how far does Your hand reach,
How old your memories,
And how am I to comprehend
Such miracles as these?

Proverbs 8:27-28

I was there when he set the heavens in place, when he marked out the horizon on the face of the deep, when he established the clouds above and fixed securely the fountains of the deep