Futile to try with script of men
To pry God’s language from His pen
But let the wonder of His ways
Anoint our blund’ring prose with praise
Who are transfixed by what we see
Can, like no other mastermind
Waken the worship of mankind
Then, woe to we who dare to rave
While disregarding He who gave
For what is man of lowly limb
That God is yet mindful of him
And who are we to question He
Belongs to He who authored love
Behold, the beauty of the Lord
His ways too wonder-full for word
Where the author of Awesome art
Looks to the language of the heart
© Janet Martin
Psalm 19:1-4
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
Without speech or language,
without a sound to be heard,
their voice has gone out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
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