Imagine a small grain of sand
Yes, from a sugar beach
Then expand a trillion times
The count is out of reach...
Father God has them numbered.
Then imagine, if you will
Galaxies with stars
And around them planets
More than Jupiter & Mars...
Father God has them named.
When you think of angels
Whatever do you see?
Little waif-like Cupids
Who look like you & me?
Or mighty warrior beings
Gigantic entities
With their feet on planet earth
Their crowns the nebulae!
Father God had them made.
Humans have an intellect
Some extraordinary
But do NOT know the ends of space
The depths the oceans carry...
Father God has them measured.
Could we speak into existence
A dolphin out to play?
Could we make a human body
From scratch our DNA?
Could we scribe a Holy Book
With PROPHECY? NO WAY!!
Father God created every cell, every jot & tittle.
Could a human be so beautiful
So Glorious and fair
That just to gaze upon them
Would vaporize us to air?
The Angels cannot gaze upon
This being Beyond Compare!!
If Glory was personified
OUR GOD WOULD BE THERE!!
Catherine Jarvis
12/8/2020
3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
5 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet
Psalm 8:3-6 KJV
