If mountain peeks of grandeur could talk about His fame.

Or all the mighty winds could shout to extol His holy name.

If a billion stars shone brighter than the sun He made for earth.

They could never attain His glory or show His matchless worth.

Ocean depths can’t fathom His mercy or clouds the expanses above.

Redwoods can’t speak of His faithfulness or never ending love.

Desert lands with sand filled dunes, each grain resembling our sins.

Yet have no knowledge of Gods grace or how new life begins.

If rivers flowed over the hill tops and rainbows filled the sky.

They couldn’t tell of His promises or ever wonder why.

He made a way for all of us to be His sons and daughters.

It’s never too late to make a choice, repent and cleanse in waters.

Planets don’t understand majesty nor galaxies know of His power.

But each of us can worship Him and say this very hour.

He opened our eyes to see our guilt and saved us from ourselves.

Then washed away our every stain, not mindful of Himself.

He came from the Holy of Hollies, to lay in manger bed.

Leaving majesty and glory to confirm all that He said.

So raise your hands to honor Him, sing praises to His name.

Stand with millions of believers and in unison proclaim.

That His is our Lord and Savior, Eternal Father, King.

Almighty God, The Great I Am, creator of everything.

The wonders of creation cannot speak, but point to only Him.

Humans are made in His image, to love and worship, AMEN