I write about Stuff

In the quiet of eternity’s embrace, 
God’s attributes weave a celestial grace, 
Each note resounding through the cosmic sea, 
a symphony of truth, unveiling mystery.

Infinite and unbound, beyond our sight, 
He exists, self-sustained, in eternal light.
Immutability defines His changeless reign,
a steadfast anchor in life’s tempest and pain.

Omnipotent, His power knows no end, 
Creator of galaxies, stars, and friend.
Omniscient, He sees every hidden part, 
the Author of wisdom, igniting every heart.

Self-existent, before time’s dawn, 
No origin, no birth—forever drawn.
Self-sufficient, lacking naught or need, 
the Source of life’s rivers, where souls feed.

Invisible, yet His presence fills the air, 
veiled in mystery, yet intimately aware.
Eternal, beyond our mortal grasp, 
His love enfolds us in an everlasting clasp.

Omnipresent, He walks with us each day,
in whispered winds and sun’s golden ray,
immutable, His promises never wane, 
a covenant unbroken, our refuge in the rain.

Holy, the fire that purifies our souls,
merciful, the grace that makes us whole, 
just, balancing scales with perfect care, 
the Judge who redeems, our burdens to bear.

Omnibenevolent, His love knows no bounds, 
from Eden’s garden to redemption’s sounds.
Omnipotent, His grace transforms our strife, 
the Composer of existence, orchestrating life.

So let us sing this sacred melody, 
the characteristics of God, our symphony, 
in harmonies of faith, we find our place, 
lost in wonder, awe, and boundless grace.