God In His Majesty - Poem by Connie Baker
The wind blows ---- A flower blooms ----
A baby cries ---- And there is God.
Heaven declares the glory of God.
And the firmament shows forth His handiworks. All the creation that we see is made
by God in His majesty.
What mystic wonders we would find, if
we could roam the galaxy. There is evidence on this earth below
That only God can create snow.
Did you ever wonder what would be, if
we could live beneath the sea? The wind blows - A flower blooms ----
A baby cries --- And there is God.
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