Infinite Grace

 

You, the weaver of cosmic dreams,  scatter stars like threads of silver light,  woven into a tapestry vast and eternal.  

Every dawn unfurls as your masterpiece,  a scroll brushed with fire and cloaked in gold.  

Even the earth leans in awe—its axis drawn. Swayed by the cadence of your infinite breath.  

Oh, the oceans—they whisper your story.  Each wave rises, a crescendo of praise. Each tide a melody, folding into surrender.  

Their depths cradle reflections of your splendor. While the horizon blazes—your essence painted  across the canvas of sky and sea.

You are the sculptor of fragile souls,  binding us eternally with threads unseen. Your mercy flows like ancient rivers, unyielding as they carve paths of life through barren soil, where blossoms rise— petals kissed by your grace, defying shadows.

We lift our praise, woven with shards of joy and humble tears. Let it spiral upward, like silken mist: an offering mingling with constellations, embracing the heavens, yearning for the hem of your radiance.

You are the mystery beyond words, the boundless wonder eclipsing thought.  

Still, we bow, we orbit your majesty - captivated and undone  by the infinite grace of your holy name.