Father, Jehovah, I praise you.
But Father, where did you come from? And how were you made?
Are you the last breed in a Kingdom of Powerful Gods? Or did you resume existence from nothingness?
Where did you fish out your Righteousness? And how did Holiness come to clothe you? For I am lost Jehovah
Because your ways are awe-inspiring, Your very essence is intricately unfathomable.
Like your stars, how were their materials formed? How were they weaved for brightness? What is their spatial measurements? And why do they cloud the night sky?
Father, the Almighty Wonders of your ways Sends chills to my bones,
My blood freezes cold and ruptures
Leaving me helplessly stupefied.
Your thoughts are incognizable
And utterly incomprehensible
You are great, beyond infinite praises. That's why I will glorify your Awesome Mightiness Till my last breath...
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