The relation between all things,
Alive or not, is orchestrated
By the same Mind from which creation springs.
Particles of light move at the Son’s commands
And rest upon the leaves of the apple tree,
Causing the growth that gives fruit to eager hands.
Drops of water fall from the sky,
(Released by one word from His mouth)
And answer the dry land’s cry.
Red ruby wine, that brings smiles to faces
Is but a taste of creation’s gifts and our ingenuity,
Each breathed out by heavenly graces.
The sun, the stars, and moon above
Light the paths of mice and men
Reflecting the light of He who is Love.
A beating heart, a perceiving eye,
Live and move in their Creator;
With His one thought both could die.
The deer evades, but loses its flight
By the will of One who balances all;
So the lion eats and everything is right.
Wildflowers are by pollinating bees blessed
Just as aphids, anemonefish, and oxpeckers
From mutual fellows find their help and rest.
In wisdom God has created them each
And placed them in their habitats
So that creation might His glory preach.
See the ashes of a recently kindled land,
Reduced to nothing, its animals have fled,
The future seemingly without beauty or plan.
Yet the burnt remains of that wooded community
May in time find their blackened patches
Renewed with vibrant verdant trees of hickory.
The green growth shall revive, and waters burst anew,
Birds making nest in young limbs,
For life often succeeds after death tries to subdue.
The sent Spirit of Life breathes again
And “the face of the earth” is ever remade
Revealing to all creatures God’s good reign.
Consider the bursting forests and fertile grasslands,
Sandy sun-scorched deserts and frosted tundras,
Rich kingly estuaries and thriving coastlands.
Look on the lakes, reflecting crystal stillness;
Wade into the marshes, fresh with produce;
Drink from the river’s head, pure flowing clearness.
Dive beneath the ocean and find a colorful sight;
Worlds of creatures that quiet at each level of depth,
From bright to twilight to complete and total night.
So then, from mountains of white
To foaming waves and sea depths,
Every realm subsists under God’s sight.
His hand has carved the coasts of rock,
Raising valleys and leveling mountains.
His greatness shown in every snail and hawk.
Countless words could not tell the glories of this earth,
A sphere of living and non, that no painting could rival;
Only the Upholder of nature can claim its careful birth.
Humanity, of all beings, crowns this world as the hyper-keystone,
Endowed with sight to see and understand,
To explore, hypothesize, and rediscover the lines Christ wrote.
These lines etched in the skies and below the ground,
Glowing in the handiwork that He ever remakes;
Words which only by believers and scientists can be found.
The words of creation, discoverable to faith and sight,
But only readable to those who live by heaven’s light.
𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴,
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘚𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵,
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴.
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