I Will Boast In The Cross

what can the ocean deep and blue
boast of its vastness and its hue?
reaching the distance far and wide
nothing but to God went all its pride.

the tallest mountain that touches the sky
running farther and for miles
can't even boast but sing praise
to His Majesty, the one Who makes.

the little flowers dressed so clean
the birds in the field fed by Him
all humbly bow to the one Who is
the Maker of such little things as this.

what can I, a human, then
boast of my strength, wisdom and intelligence
when all I know it came from Him
my BIG God, this talent within.