O what splendor, O what glory it is
To behold a sight so perfect, so beautiful
Valleys and mountains teeming with life
Rivers and fountains sparkling so bright
Creations of God, how deep their designs
Complicated and vast yet orderly so kind
Fishes of the depths lions on prowl
Hawks in air, they all glorify our God
Light from the heavens, colorful and bright
Governing the day and dimming the right
Grace from the heavens, grace from God
Who made all of these possible with its kindness and love
YOU ARE READING
The Rhythms Inside
PoetryWe all share hurts and pains but we haven't taken any action yet. So that's why the author created this to somehow cry with you in all your griefs. I don't know what to say anymore. Enjoy :)
