Under the Glory of God
Each time that you nudge me into the light of day, I am forever grateful.
Under the glory of your precious love, I am conscious of the wonderment of your creation;
The morning dew on the blades of grass, the Wolffia coupling with the holly green moss as they spread alongside cool free-flowing streams.
The tall and mighty trees that shade the earth.
The steep sharp landform that transcended the clouds, and is your stepping stool.
The majestic and vast seas and oceans that, nearly overpower the earth.
The empyrean that shows the glory of your handy work.
The diversity of beasts that is obedient to your intended purpose here on earth.
The medley of birds that soars the heavens and circle the globe.
The splendid complexity of the races in their quest to exist.
Under the glory of your precious love, I am grateful for the enlightenment;
For each precious day, I am filled with refining and satisfying moments of bliss in the affairs of the world.
For each precious day, I am joyful of your loving labor by with you have graced this world
copyright June 17, 2016 Labyrinth of Life
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2021
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