The Eternal hills are green in tropic lands, <br />And snowy white in temperate zones; <br />At seasons of the year, when nature speaks, <br />Most changes come, as ocean sands: <br />The planets and their suns betray a force <br />That rules o'er mighty changing time- <br />That time that had no beginning of day <br />The time that runs its fullest course. <br /> <br /> <br />Almighty God is Master over all <br />The crowning hills and valleys, too; <br />The oceans move at His eternal will, <br />And thus the terrestrial ball, <br />When nature changes from her mood to mood <br />And sparrows fall, and men do die, <br />It's God alone who knows the mystery art- <br />The art of life, the living food. <br /> <br /> <br />No man can die, no hill can ever move, <br />Nor seasons come and flying go, <br />Without the knowledge of the Mighty Lord, <br />Who holds the Universe in grove; <br />The finite mind of men must always know <br />That God Supreme is really King: <br />True wisdom we should everlasting seek, <br />And in His Grace do daily grow, <br />For He is God, and God is God, <br />And no more gods shall e'er be God.<br /><br />Marcus Mosiah Garvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-he-is-god/
