How Majestic
His words!
Life and substance, they vomit
both, He knits
into one big unit.
His perfect craft
leaving no deficit
and the work of his hands,
obvious and explicit.
Is it the numerous
biological processes in just one digit?
Or handling the entire earth
in one orbit?
What about the accurate blending
of different physical forces to fit?
And the awesome function
of the eye in its obit?
How majestic is He!
That His foot stool
the Earth inhabits
and His glory
not limited to the pulpit.
Showering His blessings
and not considering merit.
Showing His power
which has no limit.
Glorious and wondrous is this spirit
when His favour hits
with no end the favoured debits
and enjoying full benefits
beyond all forms of profit.
Oh! How majestic is this being.
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