Glory to Whom It Is Worth (Poem) by Beverly Rich

The sun is beginning to disappear.
The chirps of the crickets I can hear.

Darkness begins to blanket the earth.
It’s inhabitants give glory to whom it is worth.

I shall not be left out.
Praises to God I will shout!

I will praise the God who made all this with His hand…
Who created the beauty of this land!

I find beauty in even the smallest of things…
Like the fireflies who light up their wings.

The frogs that make that noise deep down in their throat…
And the tiny bugs that skid on the water and float.

The insects that blow in the breeze…
And the ants who climb the trees…

The things so tiny and small…
Even the ones you can’t see at all…

All made to give God glory…
And play their part in this great story…

Although in every instance…
We may not understand their significance…

They are precious to God…
Even the ones that crawl in the sod…

So as I look at the beauty all around…
I give glory to the one who has been crowned…

King of Kings and Lord of Lords…
To Him I give glory with my words…

In this darkness and even in day I will give glory to the one who created
this earth…
For my praise of glory goes only to the one whom deserves its worth…