GODS CREATIVITY

There is beauty in a tiny flower
Growing wild, half hidden by a stone,
None may see its glowing colour
But its radiance is just the same.

The mightiest of oak or pine
In the deepest of the forest grow,
As they struggle hard to climb
To Gods light, never seen by man.

And buried on the worlds ocean floor,
Midst a city of coral of beauty rare,
A wonderland of life and much more
To please the eye and heart of men.

Who has seen the birth of a fawn
In its natural habitat?
Or seen an elephant old and worn
Go to its last resting place?

Our Gods greatness and ability
While here we could never know,
For we as mere mortals barely see
A small part of His great creativity.


Ann Margetson
10 Jun 1994
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