Hymn To God The Father

0 God invisible as music, let me know Thee in the least reflection of Thy much, in termite, tick and earwig, in the glowworm striking matches on the dark, the housefly scratching his humungous-huge orbed head; in all the creepy, crawly, earthbound things, the bandy ant in black fatigues, the slow gelatinous, fat snail.

And when I climb to Thee in prayers that fall as if unsaid,

0 Alpha and Omega, Logos, great I AM,

1 know Thee in the nit, mosquito, flea; in pollywog, boll weevil, gnat and louse

— and with the praying mantis, worship Thee.

— George Whipple

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