The Lord Made It All

Mist lifts from below in pink and blue vapor,
winds whisper and blow,  
clouds linger, then scatter.
    
As if dancing in practice, hues mingle and stall,
it's not the work of an artist,
the Lord made it all.

The blue and green waters stretch out of sight,
their rhythmic calm splashes,
bequeathing God's might.

Far off spreads the forest, majestic, wise tall,
its changes, a witness
to God's perfect control.

The dunes tell of His splendor, the rocks, of His strength,
high hills sing of His grandeur
divine, awesome duet.

O mighty Creator. Thy works are beyond man's recall,
water and earth in such wonder,
the Lord, the I AM,  made it all.

His heart pulses in His creation's vein,
above  sight and mind
shines His luminous reign.