Lord, you spoke and the stars did a spectacular dance,
They popped into place, and none of it was by chance.
With power and flair beyond anything we can see,
You said, “Let there be,” and everything came to be.
You painted the skies with a heavenly hand,
And splashed all the oceans across the land.
You brought the winds and said, “Trees, grow tall.”
That was easy peasy for you, for you designed it all.
You sculpted the mountains, both humble and grand,
And carved out the Grand Canyon by your command.
From tiniest bug to the loftiest tree,
All of them sing, “You made us perfectly.”
No riddle too tricky, no tangle too tight,
You turn our darkness into morning light.
When we can’t fix what we’re going through,
You say, “Easy peasy. I’ll take care of you.”
