Who is like you, O Lord, in the morning’s light,
Your whispers paint the sky with hues anew,
The world awakens from the heart of night,
Each day a canvas brushed by You.
In the quiet forest where shadows play,
Nature sings a hymn to Your might,
Branches stretch out, touching heaven’s way,
Underneath Your gaze so bright.
Oceans roar and blend with horizon’s charm,
Their depths echoing Your profound view,
Waves embrace the shore in a loving arm,
All creation speaks of You.
Stars ignite dark velvet with diamond sheen,
Celestial bodies move to praise and cue,
In every breath, in sights unseen,
We find no one like You.
MARYANN BOSAH 