When I stand with my little knowledge
in my own sentiment
before God who was and is
with my own empty arguments
then I see His love and power
in every lightning bolt that bashes down,
and the glory of His creation is reflected
in the beauty of flowers,
and the knowledge that He is the creator of all things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully envisioned hymn praising the omnipresence and omnipotence of the God and His benevolence. Thanks for sharing.