The one who created hydrogen bonds,
Autumn and E minor.
The one who breathed the fire in the sky,
Who placed the stars in space and hung the earth perfectly.
He who decided birds would fly and fish would swim.
Who created the tides and the waxing of the moon,
Who breathes air into lungs and who commands the sun to rise.
The one who spoke creation into being,
That’s my father, that’s my God.
The God whose name is higher than any other name,
Whose love is deeper than any ocean.
The God whose rule and reign shall ever be,
Whose word won’t fade and whose power shakes the earth.
The God who loves despite failures,
Who ransoms souls and called me by name.
That’s my father,
That’s my God.
Your poem Rhiannon is vital to life! Thanku
Keep expressing your self I found your poem very moving
Rhiannon. You’ve gone international. My friend has read it in California. This is a rather beautiful poem.
Haha wow! Hope you are having a lovely time. Thank you, Penny.