Great is your work, oh my Lord!

There is not a poet with life enough

To write poems with beauty enough

With words with truth enough

To write of the flight

Of a bird.

One speck in the flock is too great to word.

Great is your work, oh my God!

There is not a man with the knowledge

To make instruments with the power

To see with the clarity

To understand a piece

Of a cell.

One strand of a dot too wonderful to tell.

Great are you, my Father!

There is no thinker to think

The thought that can grasp

The expanse that can’t hold

The way it can be

That the death of the God of amazing love saves me.

Praise Him, all the Earth!