The most infinitesimal, celestial pentagram,
Refulgent in the gloaming,
With all the globuliferous infinity,
To God, brings cerebration homing.
Surely, not one specimen, Homo Sapiens,
Can observe the creative majesty of Elohim,
And, not being demented, be an atheist,
Though his outlook for eternity be only grim.
The earth is His palympsest,
His palaeography covers the firmament:
He engraves His promises in the hearts of men,
When their volition, to His is bent.
The immensurability
Of the magnitude of His love,
Is demonstratively manifested
By infinitude above.
However long or short the words,
The meaning's all the same:
My God is great! He loves me!
Praise His Holy Name!
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Sunday, August 01, 2004
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4 comments:
My first reaction was to reach for the dictionary. And my second was to print this out to enjoy it again at my leisure. He truly is Great!
Les James
HUH? Time to go back to town and buy a good dictionary! But the point sure does come across.
This poem is delightful! I have been taking a communication class that stresses that in order to communicate you must first make yourself understood. Without the last stanza, this one would have communicated nothing to me, but with it it gets the point across beautifully.
Teri
Dad, This is still one of my favorites, and I am glad it is now posted for such a wide audience. Apples of Gold had too limited a production. i have used this one in several of my sermons, and it is always received well. Truly you have been able to impress how great our God really is.
Cliff
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