The poem below was written after several days of meditating upon Psalm 115 and the works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I apologize for the spacing. I simply cannot figure out how to paste poetry into a Word Press blog.
God, bountifully-creating God,
His creation to perfection
commands with smallest words
a universe in grand complexion.
God, supernaturally-sustaining God,
His possessions to redemption
bestows with triune wisdom
living gifts in rapid succession.
God, heavenly-sitting God,
His galaxy to measure
dictates with loud decrees
for our great good and His great pleasure.
God, silently-speaking God,
His will to perform
communicates with quiet nods
on days of sunshine, on days of storm.
God, gracious-saving God,
His sheep into the fold
speaks resurrection words
of eternal glories still untold.