Archive for the ‘wonder’ Category

But Who?

jigsaw-its-still-puzzling-meDazzling beauty greets us

as we lift our gaze

to grandest mountains,

watching soft clouds drift

across a sapphire sky,

as a great hawk soars overhead.

But who is the artist?

 

Symphonic sounds rise together,

piercing the silence

of the morning light,

heralding joyous life,

a bird-song of movement,

and natural melodies.

But who writes the music?

 

Minute creatures crawl the ground,

slither and creep around

on tiny stomachs and legs,

weaving their silken webs,

or trailing silvery lines

in fine precision.

But who is their designer?

 

In intricacy or grandeur,

in whispers, or roaring waves,

the microscopic, the gigantic,

tiny feelers, or highest peaks,

all is in order,

all follows a plan.

There is One who oversees it all.

 

The jigsaw is fitted together,

so nothing is out of its place,

each piece the design of the Maker,

fashioned in detail by His hands

to take its place

in the glorious world,

sustained by His wisdom and care.

 

The mystery of the beginning,

the puzzle of how things will end,

in the hands of the loving Creator,

are ordered, secure and sure,

in His big plan

for all of time.

The puzzle is complete.

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A Prayer of Praise

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God of wild Afghanistan, its deserts and its peaks,
Of Palestine and Israel, the Turks, and of the Greeks,
Of every land, of every hill, all rivers and all lakes,
Of oceans, beaches, currents, and every wave that breaks,

You made the Earth, its plenitude, its seasons and its days,
The multitude of animals with their distinctive ways.
By your word came glaciers and wondrous waterfalls,
Thunder, lightning, whispering winds, melodic magpie calls.

In the Himalayas, the Bangladeshi plains,
The people you’ve created live in your domains.
Your likeness is ingrained in every person on the earth.
You know them and you love them, from before their day of birth.

No one land is God’s land; every place is yours,
From homelands, to our neighbours, to far and distant shores.
Nothing ever happens, from dawn to next sunrise,
That’s not by your permission, or takes you by surprise.

Our world is not forsaken; you’re following your plan.
To bring about your purposes, for the human clan.
The world began, will end at last, maintained at your commands.
Its schedule and our future, is entirely in your hands.

God of every place on Earth; each creature you designed.
Your purposes are perfect, for creation and mankind.
You are Lord of all the world, the keeper of our days.
We lift our hearts in prayer to you, in songs of grateful praise.

© Copyright Ellen Carr 2015