There’s not a plant or flower below, but makes Your glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order of Your throne;
While all that borrows life from You is ever in Your care,
And everywhere that man can be, You, God, are present there.
This is a verse of the old hymn written by Isaac Watts I Sing the Mighty Power of God. I have never actually heard this hymn sung before; I have only ever read the written lyrics. However, the poetry is beautiful, and it makes me stop for a moment in the midst of life and ponder:
If all of creation declares God’s glories constantly, why do I–a being with a soul and intellect–not?
If the flowers of the field, which have no capacity for thought or action of their own, can do such an incredible task, I have no excuse. I must declare the glory of God in every aspect of my life–word, thought, deed–constantly as well.
For God deserves nothing less.