Your beauty amazes me.
Your stars shine by the tens of thousands.
You care for all the birds and flowers.
And yet...
Oh what a joy to my heart!
and yet you care, nay love,
with a love beyond measure someone like me.
In your presence, I would've crumbled from my shame
but just as I thought it would take me down you removed it
and instead I crumbled with gratitude.
Only you, God.
I worship You and praise You for all your beauty in the heavens
and your handiwork in my heart.
(written while watching a Monday morning African sunrise)
1 comment:
Beautiful doesn't begin to cover it, Tia. I'm so glad my Monday morning held your Psalm...
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