The might of my Father is matched by no man;
The worlds in their orbits are hung from His hand.
The heavens so measureless He holds in their place
And suns, vast and dense, He suspends out in space.
Were He to remove His finger of might,
Our worlds would collapse and vanish in night.
The storms of His hand sweep o'er the earth
He brings the rains and He brings the dearth.
The seas in their basins He keeps from upset.
The bands of His earth hold the lands from the depths.
The orbs in their tracks He lovingly guides,
Over the worlds He in glory presides.
See all this around us, so great and so tall,
Compared to great God it's as nothing at all.
Our minds cannot know the full pow'r of our Lord,
The heat of His wrath nor the fire of His sword.
The strength of the Lord only fools would dispute;
Their claims of His weakness Creation refutes.
© by J. States
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