No Ordinary God

I spied a little rose

With its arms unfurled,

Such graceful petals

With velvet, curled.

Such a humble start-

At least it seems that way,

All tucked inside

At the start of day.

But with the gentle rain

And sun to warm its frame,

Soon the glory bounds

And colors all aflame.

And then I know 'tis true,

This Creator God

Is like no other

In heaven or on sod.

For who can make a rose

And its glory laud,

Except the Mighty One.

No ordinary God!