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I marvel at Your creation
captivated by the sights and sounds
enchanted by the colors and landscapes that cut vivid lines into my vision, speaking about Your glory
How is it possible to deny You, Father, when looking upon the face of an exquisite flower;
Breathing in the mist that rolls off of a still lake in the morning, when the sun, one of Your countless stars, slowly makes its arrival
How can we be so bold to say
that Your mighty hand did not mold these wonders?
Even the night reflects Your power
the illuminated moon You've placed in Your sky, to reflect upon the things of Your planet
How could we ever say You aren't real?
The canyons You've carved...
The light You have sparked...
The plants You have made thrive...
The creatures of the sea, You have made them so vibrant!
And the animals of the wood, and of the plains, and of the deserts, even those that dwell in the home, so majestic
so very much like You.