I took paper and pen
went to the seaside
I wanted to write about you
I knew it would be inspiring
to write about my lovely orange team 
at an orange sunset on the beach
But I could not write any word
I had no time, no inspiration for that 
There was One who captured me 
I could not but contemplate 
at the work of His hand
and magnify Him in his might
Yes He took pre-eminence over all
It is but his due 
For He is glorious in everything
I forgot you for the moment
for at such wonderful a sight
I only had to pay homage 
to the power of the One who made the sea
Every now and then the waters, 
with great might proclaimed His praise
I was astonished at the power 
of their worship
of the One who made them
They would not stop 
Powerfully and mightily, 
the waters praised God
And I meditated on these things
The sea was immense
I could not see the end thereof
But as far as I could see
There was the sky
it was at the end of the sea
Then I remembered the scriptures, 
the words of His mouth
“Let there be a firmament 
to separate the waters 
beneath the firmament from the waters 
above the firmament.” Gen 1:7
The waters and the sky were one 
Space only separated one from the other
But on the horizon they joined together
I perceived by the seaside 
that from generation to generation, 
the waters praised their maker,
and that mightily
How great are the waters, 
they constitute 70 percent 
of the earth’s surface, 
and they display so much energy, 
how powerful they are
Their maker surely must be powerful 
to have made something so enormous
He must be a giant 
Mightier, bigger, greater
than the waters themselves
Why, because He created them
And this is only Earth
what about the whole universe?
And the One who made the waters 
tells me in the secret of my heart 
That he will rebuke mountains, vales, 
and even these great waters for me
‘Though the mountains be removed 
and be cast into the sea, 
though the sea should roar 
and the foundations be shaken to its roots 
We will not fear
for the Lord of Hosts is with us 
and God  is our refuge.’ Psalm 46
Isn’t it a wonderful thing
that He is so strong and mighty?
In Unity with the waters,
the sky, the breeze  the sand, 
the trees,  the birds
I lifted up my voice
and sang the might of his praise
But could I rival the waters, 
they still praised  him mightily, 
and loudly they roared:
“Blessed be God, 
who was, who is and who is to come, 
the Almighty, from everlasting to everlasting. Amen.”
Sorry Oranje, do win your match. 
I was struck by the loveliness of One 
He who gives you victory
Join me in praise
for He is your loveliness 
and of all that is lovely
The Loveliest of all
To Oranje
Newmeli Margaret 
Written in Kribi,
Brest, 13 May 2008

 
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