He saw the darkness from afar,
The force of purpose on His lips

His own voice,

Willing the Light to appear,

Scattering the darkness

Like marbles on a tiled floor. 

With His own hand He formed the world. 

Unfathomable, uncurtailed,

His mind creating the wonders we behold. 

Who but God holds this world on a string?

Holding its axis in its necessary orbit. 

None but my God. 

His voice, still thunders over the waters. 

This same God, craves my heart for a home. 

Abide

Mystical

The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord, over many waters. Psalm 29:3

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