How Great Thou Art!
High above the clouds, in the sun’s glow
Blue skies above, blue seas below
In-between, lies millions of milky white clouds
Looking like snow heaps, piled up in mounds
Sitting in this iron-bird, flying in the air
The wonders of God, His majesty how fair
Cloud patches billowing, each with its own shape
Some looking so much like the mountain’s cape
Men take in the air, thousands of dead weight
Have we with death, a final date
Can it be that we know, God’s presence is there
Let’s not our conciseness stifle here
O gracious and most mighty God
I bow in awe at your majesty
Each patch of land below
Each piece of cloud above
Speak volumes of your greatness and love
O Lord my God, how great Thou art
My fellow poets, whenever you should happen to be an airplane again, just take a look out
the window. Look at the clouds, see how they are formed. See how they hang in
suspended air. Look at the wing of the aircraft, see how it floats in the air without falling,
then tell me, there is no God and he is not a great God! I challenge you!
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