Who has told every lightning bolt Where it should go; Or seen heavenly storehouses Laden with snow? Who imagined the sun And gives source to its light; Yet conceals it to bring us The coolness of night? None can fathom. Indescribable, uncontainable. You placed the stars in the sky And you know them by name. You are amazing, God!
— Indescribable
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