God is Real

The sand beneath my feetI will not dare count The Ocean before meThere is almost no end My eyes can look no further The sun above meThe rays hitting my brown skin I dare not look directly towards it Then to my far left there are these giant rocks Housed in the oceans I wonder how they got there? The waves keep hitting them continuously Yet they never lose their shinning black color The waves inching toward my feet, but does not touch it Who tells them where to stop? As it rushes back, they leave beautiful imprints on the sand Who made these waves? The salty oceans waters, the depth of its floors Those foams on top of each waves How much beauty there is in this one setting! How, then can people doubt the existence of God? If you want to give credit to a massive explosion for creation You clearly have never seen what happens after explosions I wish everyone could sit with me and see what I see Today, I sat in the front row of "God is Real" exhibit My God, Oh how GREAT thy art!