The Beauty of My Father

Forever at peace, Father, Son and Fiery Spirit as One

Even so in contentedness still ever reaches out;

Your love breaks out to create

I say in awe and Job said

I am unworthy ( and I am overwhelmed)—how can I reply (or even take in who you are) to you?
I put my hand over my mouth. I spoke once, but I have no answer—
twice, but I will say no more.”



If I look at your creation, I am speechless

How beautiful You are I know only in part

and how beautifully You create



The vastness of space and its worlds

The burning orbs lights our day



The verdant mountains with stately beauty

The azure ocean with its creatures



The variegated birds that gracefully fly

The earth with its hordes of little insect creatures



The larger primates with such strength

The fresh water creatures that swim and slither



Lord you are so beautiful and so great

How can I take it in, how can I adore you enough?