Grandeur (2000)

Majestic they stand

The works of His hands,

Bold and awesome they be,

Who greater to make them than He.

Shapes and sizes and forms,

He always creates above the norm,

Creating in texture, strength and stone,

Creating them unique – one apart from another one.

Fragrant they stand,

Perfection with beauty on the land,

Surpassing the scents man may produce

In number, in smell, and in use.

Plentiful and bountiful, says He,

Bringing forth their kinds and so they be.

Pleasing to the eye and the nose,

Created of GOD– that’s how the story goes.

Wide and great and grand,

Reaching the spans of earth’s end,

Who in all his strength could cast a spell

As great as GOD Himself to cease its swells?

Crushing and building in its moves,

Locating and removing many homes.

Its marvelous strength and tides,

Whom could ever its depths divide?

Above all the things you see,

None more pleasing He called to be:

The crowning of His Creation Week,

To be rulers, masters, yet the meek.

Could it be, though in His image,

Creation has lost its way, and its gauge?           

Will it find its forgotten place?

Or be lost eternally from His face?