Friday, April 06, 2007

I Don't Write Poetry

There are worlds upon worlds
beneath and beyond
What power is that
which supports them all?

A few know how
to write this account
How staggering would be that scroll,
If one were to try to write it.

They are the letters
written by God's flowing pen
Which determines the kinds,
the colors, and names
of all creatures

How great is His power,
How striking His beauty
None can assess how great
is His gift

(author unknown, it's on the cover of my licorice tea box)




1 comment:

Dirty Butter said...

I finally have time to start visiting all the friends who were kind enough to offer their sympathies when my Daddy died.

You may not have written it, but thanks for sharing!

 
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