Soaring Thoughts

Standing in awe of creation
Thinking of all that God made
Amazed at the beauty of it all
I looked in wonder at the heavens
Radiant in the rising of the sun
Wishing that all mankind saw it as I did
Astonished at the intricate art work
Yet humbled by its Creator

To gaze upon this grandeur
Openly put on display

Telling a magnificent story
Having so much to say
Expressing such infinite wisdom

Showing God's handiwork to man
Tracing a pathway to glory
As promised in His great plan
Reaching out, I could almost touch it
Some day, beyond the stars I'll stand


Curtis Moorman
17 February 2012
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Lefanue Avatar
February 18, 2012 at 2:43 PM
Praise God, Curtis. We've all made wrong choices, but God is so gracious to take us back, clean us up and restore our minds. He knows we are but 'dust'. I loved your poem from beginning to end. God's handiwork is amazing. I stood in awe at the foot of the Niagra Falls and will never forget that amazing experience. I hope to meet you some day beyond the stars - soon and very soon! He is the only way - and the prodigal knows that only too well! God bless you and keep you, Maureen
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
February 17, 2012 at 4:15 AM
Nice one Curtis reminds us there is a creator xx YSP
Merryman Avatar
February 16, 2012 at 6:01 PM
This is beautiful, Curtis. Well written. Love, Kim
Squyres Avatar
February 16, 2012 at 5:22 PM
When we meditate on this Master Creator...peace usually arrives. Enjoyed your poem and it's message !!
Kearley Avatar
February 16, 2012 at 5:20 PM
I can say I've had these thoughts also..Nice write!
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