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“God thundereth marvelously
with his voice;
great things doeth he,
which we cannot comprehend.” *Job 37:5
Beneath the dynamics
of the vibrant heavens
grow the tenderest things—
the gentle grass
greening the land,
wild honeysuckle
nestling with dog rose,
tiny lambs
leaping for joy,
and blade of new wheat
for autumn harvest.
May my heavens of thought
be ever vibrant with praise,
filled with the marvel
of God’s power and glory,
shot through with Christly light,
arched with the rainbow of His promise—
that the land of my life may be
watered by the rain of Soul,
tilled by the hand of Love,
fitted to grow seed
for the bread that will nourish.
