What right am I due,
That I charge and accuse You.
Why allow such a crude tongue,
To approach and confront You.
Can I even claim a minute say in any conception!
What is there that I can call my own,
That I come before You and boast.
Why allow such audacity,
To demand a justification from You!
Can I even expound infinitesimally the workings of the cosmos!
Who is it that determines the path of the winds,
And the time for the rains to fall?”
Who decides how quick light should travel,
And that sounds are to be heard?
Who governs where the mountains stand,
And the flows of the waters?
Who determines that birds are to chirp,
And that snakes crawl?
Who decides that grass be green,
And the sky blue?
Who decrees the stars its position,
And the planets its shape?
Who establishes the heart to beat,
And the mind to think?
Can any mortal fathom such marvels as these?
What mind can comprehend such intricacy?
Who can refrain from gazing in reverent wonder,
Awestruck at the enormity of You? For I am, but, a creation learning to trust the Creator.