Psalm 19:1 “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the works of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.”

Poem

The rivers and lakes reflect your beauty as embedded mirrors in the streams. Manta Rays flying under the depths of the sea, fins spread like eagles wings. Creatures hidden so deep at the bottom of the seas, that only You know every creepy, crawling thing. Psalms 114:6, ‘Mountains skipping like Rams, Hills like Lambs.’ Psalm 97:4, ‘Your lightning lights up the world; the earth sees and trembles.’ You tell every rain drop, every snowflake where to fall. We see a field covered in white, but you see every different design assigned to every specific location. Underwater snakes that breath through their skin. Fish that have hands, as fins. My young nephew once said that flowers are natures deodorant. Lord, Your fragrance is so potent. No one knows which direction the wind goes, but we see your Finger prints in the desert sands, that ripple on Your canvas. We view God’s art work everyday.

Every piece of grass, He clothes, every single ant that dies, He knows. In the coldest waters of Antarctic fish have built in antifreeze to prevent their blood from freezing. God Your magnificence cannot be comprehended. Let’s not even start on the human anatomy, or let’s talk about chemistry. How a single molecule out of place can cause a catastrophe.

I am in awe. Your precision words can’t even define, and we are all created in Your Image. ❤

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