My God is Awesome
I stand looking out into the vast expanse of the ocean,
with the salty air blasting against my face.
I feel so small.
So helpless against the rushing waves coming toward me.
But I am reminded that they have boundries that cannot be cross,
established long ago by the creator himself.
I do not fear the waves that I can see;
I do fear the God who created them, who I cannot see.
I am suddenly aware and amazed at the same time how awesome my God is.
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