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How my Lord?
The humming bird so fragile, the cheetah so quick and agile –
The ocean so deep and blue, every sunrise so incredibly new –
The earth’s formation, just the right distance from the sun –
I wonder O Lord – How it was done?
How O Creator?
The smell of the newborn so sweet, soft little hands and feet –
Last night’s stars that twinkled, the elephant’s skin so wrinkled –
Mountains of monumental majesty, deserts of peaceful tranquility –
I marvel Dear Creator – How was it done?
How O Great Architect?
So sensitive and insightful the heart, the mind so complex and smart –
Flowers of every possible hue, the freshness of the morning dew –
Music that stirs every soul, diamonds formed from compressed coal –
In awe I ask O Father – How was it done?
How, Almighty One?
Giraffes, starfish and dolphins – caterpillar, ostrich and barnyard hens –
Holding hands – playing and laughter, with my five year-old daughter –
In my arms she sleeps and dreams, of fairy tales and princess things –
Amazed I wonder my King – Just how it was done?
How Master over all, both great and small?
Smiles that mend most ev’ry pain, prairies that flow with golden grain –
A kiss as bride and groom, the scent when orange blossoms bloom –
Planets and galaxies without end, the calm to know someone as friend –
I desire to understand Master – O how was it done?
O God, The Father of All,
Thy works so glorious and grand, without end thy creations planned –
Each unique with intrinsic beauty, all with exactness absolutely –
Every aspect, divinely deliberate every way, every moment, every day –
At last I’m beginning to see – it was done with love, so perfectly.
— bishop Wm. Calvin Hughes
May 30, 2008
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