Fish in the sea, birds in the air
None of them knows who He is
Who made them or who feeds them
Yet they bring forth glory to Him
The universe how huge it may be
Still nothing gets away from His boundary
Our hands how useful they are
But to Him everything rest in His palm
Then we know He lacks nothing
He is all sufficient, needs nothing
He is who He is, no matter what
Circumstance, victory belongs to Him
There are three things, yes three not four
Be affectionate, give thanks its always His will
Faithfulness through tough times is epic
Every detail, every second make Him part of you
Indeed He will be pleased....
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