ELIZABETH CHRISTIAN
When I look at the mountains,
Lower my gaze to the valleys,
I admire beautiful fountains,
And a little bird chirping solely,
I admire the movement of the branches of trees,
Praising God in their unique way,
The wonderful picturesqueness of the sea,
Displaying their skill in dancing waves,
When I read the creation story,
I am flabagasted and stand in...