Thu, 04/07/2016 - 13:24 -- psd2592

The mountains bow down to You. 
Oceans cry out for Your glory. 
You have created us and set us above angels. 


Whilst the earth gives honor and glory to their creator and King, 
we simply ask and take -- giving thanks in teaspoons, while our cup overflows with
His grace and love. 



This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741