Oh God, You who tell the mountains to move
On Your command it is so
You who call upon the winds
Tell them which way to go

You control the mighty oceans
They flow endlessly upon Your will
The birds in the air sing a worship song
You speak, at once they are still

Amazed to think a God so awesome and mighty
Who controls the stars, the moon and the sun
Would love and care for this lowly sinful life
Chosen before time had begun.

– niz

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