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Palm 8:1-9
God, brilliant Lord, Yours is a household name.
Nursing infants gurgle choruses about You;
Toddlers shout the songs
That drown out enemy talk,
And silence atheist babble.
I looked up at Your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
Your handmade sky-jewelry,
Moon and stars mounted in their settings.
Then I look at my macro-self and wonder,
Why do You bother with us?
Why take a second look our way?
Yet we've so narrowly missed being gods,
Bright with Eden's dawn light.
You put us in charge of Your handcrafted world,
Repeated to us Your genesis-charge,
Made us lords of sheep and cattle,
Even animals out tin the wild,
Birds flying and fish swimming;
whales singing in the ocean deeps.
God, brilliant Lord,
Your name echoes around the world.
Kate's quip: If this were a song I would dance to it....if this were a song I would sing it so loud the neighbors would hear it....if this were a song ...and it is...I thank God who is BRILLIANT!!!!
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