I found this in a church bulletin once and thought I would share it with you.
God is Able
By DiVoran Lites
From the frog that peeps and leaps,
To the bog that silent sleeps,
Your ways, Lord, are undiscoverable.
From the bright fuchsia myrtle,
To the sunning, fresh-spring turtle,
Your ways, Lord, inscrutable.
Unfathomable
Untraceable
Uncountable
Your call on me, Lord, irrevocable.
DiVoran Lites says
I gave the wrong impression. I actually wrote this, forgot about it, and found I had saved it somewhere. It’s always fun to discover a little bit of writing that you’d forgotten about.