Worship, The Painter of the painting

The universe is His canvass, His word is His paint brush.
Saying designs and great mysteries into being
Defining science with every brush stroke

Yet we know Him not

He speaks stars, constellations, planets, supernovae and many more into existence
He paints answers to questions encoded in the brain of man but not yet thought of

Yet we know Him not

He displays His painting for us to see at short distances. The longest...? Don't even ask
Of course the shortest distance is only 230,000 light years
We eventually catch a glimpse of the painting and we are thrilled!

Yet we know Him not

Our glory is in the fact that we saw the painting but we forget the Painter
We praise our telescopes but forgot the Painter of the painting
Hi Fives are in the air, this is OUR achievement!
We are engrossed in our folly as we congratulate ourselves and refuse to mention God lest we are frowned upon
We immortalise ourselves with biographies
Our cheers drown out the still small voice:
"Has not my hand made all these things,
and so they came into being?"
declares the LORD. " Isaiah 66:2a

Yet we know not the Painter of the painting
The one who painted all that we see.....

O Lord, my God
When I in awesome wonder consider all the works thine hand hath made
I see the stars and hear the mighty thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed

Then sings my soul my savior God to Thee
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my savior God to Thee
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!