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Romans 1:20 Dear God-Thy infinite power and might Shine forth from the world’s upon our sight Just a word-and the heavens were put in place With the sun, moon and stars suspended in space Not a fraction too close-not a fraction too far! For heat-scorching cold, Thy creation to mar The glory of mountains with heads in the sky The fast flowing rivers, the streams running by The elephant, lion, the leopard, the bear With myriads of others, Thy glory declare The wonder of snow, so pure and so light That whitens the soot of the world in a night Yet man-thy creation-so wondrously wise Wanders through earth with blinded eyes A God of might-a God that’s pure A Holy God he’ll not endure Man, with gods of own creation Fills his path with degradation He does not heed the warning cry Of nature sounding up on high:- “Beware as thou dost saunter on O man thy time will soon be gone And thou shalt stand before the throne Of Him, Creator-God alone. |