Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Mathew 6:26, The Catholic Youth Bible, International Edition, saint mary's press (sic).
The God whom makes the little seedlings grow
Who feeds the birds, all born of this world
Who turns the heavens to show the way
where we shall go to, tomorrow today.
Endless is your Majesty. Impossible to
Say. Silent words that are beautiful.
Always. Resilient echoing through
all that is. Yielding a Life of joy.
In this wonder that is created
Fated, wished, kindled
Every thing situated in deliberate
Order. Form and behaviour
made from Gods' favour.
Origins have relevance.
Decisions which flow from
Insurgency. His will Supreme
.
The God whom makes the little seedlings grow
Who feeds the birds, all born of this world
Who turns the heavens to show the way
where we shall go to, tomorrow today.
Endless is your Majesty. Impossible to
Say. Silent words that are beautiful.
Always. Resilient echoing through
all that is. Yielding a Life of joy.
In this wonder that is created
Fated, wished, kindled
Every thing situated in deliberate
Order. Form and behaviour
made from Gods' favour.
Origins have relevance.
Decisions which flow from
Insurgency. His will Supreme
.
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