Infinite in wisdom, will and power, <br />His skill speaks, in stone and flower, <br />In moving winds, in floating clouds, <br />That bring the rains, drops of shower. <br /> <br />The Maker of night, the Creator of light, <br />The source of both, pleasure and plight, <br />The Supreme Mind, the Ruling Hand, <br />That always remains, behind the sight. <br /> <br />Kind and Beneficent, to short and tall, <br />And sustains well, the great and small, <br />To whom are equal, the rich and poor, <br />He keenly observes the rise and fall. <br /> <br />We search for Him, in founts and wells, <br />In rivers and oceans, in dens and dells, <br />The eyes are blind, to find the mystery, <br />For God is Love, and in hearts dwells.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praise-to-god/
