Pondering His Glory

 

I love to sit, to just be still
And ponder who You are,
How vast the mind, the heart, the hand
That numbers every star.
 
I look in wonder at this world
And my mind can’t contain
How vast and various the works
Displayed in Your domain.
 
I try to focus on one thing,
A bird, a cloud, the sea,
But even such small things as these
Awe and inspire me.
 
The intricate, the delicate,
The rugged and the strong,
Each one unique in their own right,
Settled where they belong.
 
The hand that formed them, knew their role
And shaped them to that need.
Each detail perfectly in place
To assure they succeed.
 
I sit in silence, pondering
The things I cannot know,
And rejoicing that He who does
Controls life’s ebb and flow.
 
Psalm 113:4
The Lord is high above all nations, and his glory above the heavens!