Everywhere I look I just but marvel
Seeing the beauty within and without
The sight of His creation even her glory
My knees knock as my eyes glare;
At the sight of His glory
Who would form all there is?
Who carved the mountains in form?
Who built this my body in shape?
Who moulded the meandering?
This all; the sight of His glory
It may be called an evil world
Yet it is also a place of wonder
Go out in the night and behold the sky
Walk in the calm of the day as the wind blows
Behold and see; the sight of His glory
Look at man, such a being of wonder
See what he can make and achieve
A person created to create, like His maker
Yet another wonder of His creation
In Him behold and see the glory
But what’s even more glamorous,
That a creator would die for His creation
Be slain and killed by the work of His hands
Willingly offering His life for a mere man
At the cross I see and behold the glory of God