In each dark corner

He has whispered

In the ears of men

From east to west

And from north to south

Where man may hide from

The beauty of His hand

His breathtaking creation

To see the masterpiece

And deny the Artist

Is the height of absurdity

Through the mouths of men

Infinite revealed to the weak

And on each page we read

Of that of which we have seen

Painted across the horizon

And heard in the coo of a baby

To put to paper

What man can't rightly deny

His revealing so full

That man is left without excuse



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