MAJESTY
The heavens declare the glory of the Lord…
MAJESTY
Isn’t it amazing the ways
God displays His majesty on this earth?
Not just in the thunder of words alone,
Nor written only upon pages—
But etched into the living canvas
That breathes beneath our feet
And stretches above our wondering eyes.
He speaks in mountains—
Those ancient sentinels of stone
That rise like prayers frozen mid-ascent,
Their peaks brushing the hem of heaven,
Their silence louder than any sermon.
He whispers through trees,
In the language of leaves—
Each trembling branch a quiet testimony,
Each ring within the trunk
A record of faithfulness
Through unseen years.
And look even closer—
To the intricacies hidden in plain sight:
The veins of a leaf like rivers on a map,
The careful symmetry of petals,
The artistry no hand could imitate,
Yet it is freely given.
What about the snowflake?
Ah… what majesty!
He paints the skies daily—
In a sunrise, a gentle awakening of mercy,
Or a sunset, a burning farewell of glory—
Colors spilling across the heavens
As if eternity briefly broke through.
In stones and pebbles,
He endures— unmoved, unshaken,
Worn smooth by time yet never erased.
In rivers, He flows~
Constant, carving paths through resistance,
Rejoicing over every obstacle.
And the ocean~
Oh! the ocean~
Its roaring might a declaration:
That power belongs to Him alone.
Each crashing wave cries out
What words can even contain them?
Waterfalls descend like unveiled glory,
Flowers rise and rejoice
In quiet celebration,
Their hues a chorus of color~
Reds that burn, blues that calm,
Yellows that laugh in the sunlight.
And yet we dare we ask~
“Does God speak to me?”
Of course, my child. He always has.
In the language of creation,
So listen
As in the rhythm of wind and water,
Or in the design that refuses to be random
He speaks.
Not in confusion,
But in wonder.
Not in silence,
But in splendor.
In that still small voice
The one that whispers
To go here or there
Behind and before
Listen with your heart!
The heavens declare.
The earth responds.
And every living thing bears witness
To the One who made it all.
And this is not the end of His voice—
For just as He formed
These heavens and this earth,
So too He promises
Something greater still ~~
A new heaven.
A new earth.
Where the mountains will never erode,
Nor the flowers fade,
Nor the oceans rage with unrest—
And all creation will stand renewed,
Unbroken and fully alive
In the presence of its Maker.
Can you imagine it?
So listen closely my dearest~
The next time the wind brushes your face,
Or the sun warms your skin,
Or the waves echo across the shore—
You are not just seeing beauty.
You are hearing Him.
You are experiencing Him,
Almighty God.
His Son. His Holy Spirit.
It all starts in Genesis ~
And echoes through every Revelation.
His breath of life is majestic!
Look up, see and declare his majesty !



What a gorgeous poem!
Beautiful!!