Psalm 12


What beauty descends from the sky!
Your creation floats downward, O Lord,
the delicacy of exquisite creativity.
What mind could conceive of such elegance?
Tiny white flakes, mistaken by the human eye
for simple nebulous forms of snow.
Yet, take a closer look and the minuscule shapes
reveal intricate design from the mind of the Maker.
Who could mold such fragile, definite structure
unless it be the Lord of all creation himself?
There is truth in the snowflake;
this glorious pure substance itself
cries out the praise of its Creator!

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