You wrote the song the birds sing

You painted the sky

You clothed the flowers

So pleasant to my eye


The wind and waves obey you

Your stars are set in place

I awaken to the mornings

If only by your grace


I reel at the wonder of it all

The big and small of it all

I stand in awe of you

Beautiful Jesus

John 1:1... In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

John 1:14... And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.....