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See,
if you can, with your eye of faith,
There
is a space that has no end --
Above
the circle that we call Earth,
Now
look to your left, and now to your right,
Where
the heavens are spread like a giant tent
And
stars are twinkles in the night,
As
far as you see from sky to sky
Is
the breadth of the hand
Of
our wonderful God.
Lift
up your eyes and look to the heavens,
Stretched between His fingers and thumb,
One
by one He calls the stars by name,
And
holds them there by His mighty power;
Before Him all nations are less than nothing
He
blows on them and they wither —
A
whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff
But
we rejoice in His majesty.
Stand
at the edge of the canyon Grand,
Or
gaze at a mountain from the top of a ridge,
A
snow-capped mountain with ice sliding down,
A
minute pebble on a goldsmith’s scale,
Little drops in a bucket of rivers and lakes,
That
dry in the warmth of the sun on the ground,
See
islands that pepper the distant span,
They’re but dust in a basket He carries around.
If
the ocean and its creatures rare,
And
birds and lilies fall under His care,
And
if He provides a resting place
For
those who are weary and need His grace,
We
surely can see with our eye of faith,
That
He lives in our hearts and we exist
In
the magnificent hollow of His hand.
Sandra Mackey
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