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.
The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord, over many waters. Psalm 29:3
December 12, 2016 at 11:04 pm
Standing ovation from here–BRAVO!!! This is a remarkable testament poem!!!
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December 13, 2016 at 6:57 am
Wow, thank so much! I truly appreciate the compliment. Means a lot Stella. 😌
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December 13, 2016 at 7:53 am
I mean it will all sincerity!! God bless you ❤
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December 13, 2016 at 3:33 pm
Thank you! May God richly bless you. 😊
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December 13, 2016 at 6:15 pm
Thanks muchly 🙂
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December 13, 2016 at 6:48 pm
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December 13, 2016 at 11:31 pm
Thank you, I’ll check out your page.
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December 13, 2016 at 11:33 pm
Fantastic poem! 🙂
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December 13, 2016 at 11:34 pm
Thank you. 😌
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