Psalm 152

Your works of creation

Your mighty works surround me,
Lord, who can know your way?
The moon gives light throughout the night;
the sun ignites the day.

You set the earth in motion
to spin around the sun.
You breathe upon the ocean
and let her courses run.

Your gentle works confound me,
Lord, who can match your power?
Your hand can make the whole world quake,
yet open up a flower.

I see the falls cascading;
the great sequoia tree;
the brilliant sun that’s fading
beyond the crystal sea.

Your awesome works astound me,
Lord, who can know your mind?
My eye and ear that see and hear
are wondrously designed.

The joy of procreation,
and awe of life anew,
can’t match my adoration
and awe I have for You.

Your works are all around me,
I feel Your endless grace:
in summer’s breeze through rustling trees,
spring’s rain upon my face.

Your hands have set before me
a table fully spread,
with tidbits of your glory
from which I’m freely fed.