Praise To God

Infinite in wisdom, will and power,
His skill speaks, in stone and flower,
In moving winds, in floating clouds,
That bring the rains, drops of shower.

The Maker of night, the Creator of light,
The source of both, pleasure and plight,
The Supreme Mind, the Ruling Hand,
That always remains, behind the sight.

Kind and Beneficent, to short and tall,
And sustains well, the great and small,
To whom are equal, the rich and poor,
He keenly observes the rise and fall.

We search for Him, in founts and wells,
In rivers and oceans, in dens and dells,
The eyes are blind, to find the mystery,
For God is Love, and in hearts dwells.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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