Though he holds the worlds in space;
Makes the stars and sun to shine;
Holds each mountain in its place
And every atom he did design.
Though he commands the skies and seas
And tells the rocks when they should shout;
Tends the flowers and the trees
And sees no sparrow does without.
Though he brings the clouds and rain
And he doth cause the sun to shine;
Writes his glory in heaven so plain;
For all is made by his design.
Though he make the rivers to flow
And holds the world in his right hand
And all the flowers he does sow;
Holds in place each grain of sand.
Though he waters the grass with dew
And dresses the lilies to shame a king;
Causes the sun to rise anew
And teaches the birds how to sing.
Though he was busy, he saw ahead;
He gave me purpose in my mother’s womb
And knows every hair that’s on my head;
Sets the time when I'll go to the tomb.
Though all things exist just by his word
And he created all I can see;
Yet all my thoughts and prayers are heard;
For he's never to busy too listen to me.
Honorable mention
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