His Majesty is Beyond Reproach
An Artist of the most magnificent, His canvas broad as the evening sky,
The God on High, whose talent excels beyond reproach, so does testify.
The evening's setting sun, the morning's rising, exemplified in every way,
The truest beauty of all His creations, of grandest purity, is put on display.
Marching sunshine across the morning's skylight, this molecular miracle,
Golden rays and starlit airways, revealed in droplets, as song, so lyrical.
Sculpted in cloud formations and in celebrations, its wondrous creations,
Bathing green trees and fields of wheat, its bright works our appreciation.
As every presentation includes an ovation, this great concerto, by the sun,
The musical, its spirits do travel, all across the universal plane, one by one,
An orchestration of finest notes, spanning the bluest skies, in joyful majesty,
Every form, an artistic serenade, by His hands are made, this of its entirety.
As the busy potter sits patiently crafting his work at a wheel, of its dedication,
Wonderful hands of the Creator, spreading their beauty, their exemplification.
His majesty He casts across the Universe so spans, all according to His plans,
A grand portrait of love and devotion, deeper than an ocean, its personification.
