My God is an awesome god.

Expansions of skies He’s created.

The stars--oh, the wonderful stars He’s created!

He doesn’t need a watch,

For time is an abstract concept to Him,

And His light never grows dim

Hundreds of tens of thousands of miles,

Millions and billions and trillions of things

And yet not a single person brings

His thanks to Him

What if we did that?

What if we left things flat

And told Him thanks?

Perhaps

He would take us to his laps

And with a smile say, “You are welcome.”