They Are Without Excuse

Dear God-Thy infinite power and might
Shine forth from the world’s upon our sight

Dear God-Thy infinite power and might
Shine forth from the world’s upon our sight
Just a word-and the heavens were put in place
With the sun, moon and stars suspended in space
Not a fraction too close-not a fraction too far!
For heat-scorching cold, Thy creation to mar

The glory of mountains with heads in the sky
The fast flowing rivers, the streams running by
The elephant, lion, the leopard, the bear
With myriads of others, Thy glory declare
The wonder of snow, so pure and so light
That whitens the soot of the world in a night

Yet man-thy creation-so wondrously wise
Wanders through earth with blinded eyes
A God of might-a God that’s pure
A Holy God he’ll not endure

Man, with gods of own creation
Fills his path with degradation
He does not heed the warning cry
Of nature sounding up on high:-

“Beware as thou dost saunter on
O man thy time will soon be gone
And thou shalt stand before the throne
Of Him, Creator-God alone.

Jenny Daniel