The Mighty Galaxies

God put in the Heavens, a brilliant array of moon and stars.
He put the cloudless sky that reflects these ways of ours.
Like a mirror, we look to Heaven and see galaxies
Made for our light, and the beauty of, doth surely please.

Looking at the oceans and seas surrounding every land . . .
Makes us stop and look into the mirror of Jesus's scarred hand.
Rivers reflect the trees, the flowers so full of grace,
And if we look closely and intently, it mirrors too, our face.

Are we of God? Do we break His heart into with greed?
Do we love and respect each other? Truly, in deed?
I want to walk with Him and when I see the reflection
Of my face, I do not want it to be a great deception.

I want to see the Glory of Gods image look back at me.
As I look into friends eyes, or the sky and into the sea.
How can we love Him and not light our candle from He,
Who put all the galaxies in place for you and for me?

Though secular friends turn from me, I will try to Pray,
For the forgiveness I need, in each and every day.
To love them anyway ~ maybe they will come to see
That we examine our faces in each and every galaxy.

We will behold, as in a glass, the Glory of Gods own will.
Light our lamps daily, always staying in the light, still.
For He's coming soon ~ I want to be ready to say . . .
Lord, take me with you, to my Heavenly home to stay.