Overjoyed Poem by Bill Cantrell

Oh my God Jehovah
How I laud the works of your hands
Creation shouts out praise
Endless variety on unique marvels
The morning dew, yes, spheres of life,
nurses all foliage
Even these have Gods fingerprints,
only viewed by those with eyes of faith,
based on creations perfection
From the smallest grain of sand,
to everything entering through the gates of the living,
I see your face of love and I am humbled

"Oh god, I beg you,
grant your slave audience
Please instruct me
Everything created you have given to man
You have given us your word,
yes, though as regards the vast majority of mankind,
It is a stench, they despising your commands
as well as disguising the gift of your son
in order to confuse its purpose

Oh Father, your word gives hope and peace
Your songs lift me above depression
When wickedness is removed from the earth,
please judge me that I may be included among the nations
Salvation brings me to the heights of ecstasy
So what more shall I say?
Please holy father,
in your mercy and undeserved kindness,
place me in this song,
that I may sing it for eternity"