Of this I'm sure

I stand amazed. Beauty. Snow. Mountains. Never do I grow dull of seeing Pikes Peak. The towering white-capped mountain captivates all of me. It sits, watches, listens. From afar it is nothing. Nothing more then a weak speck on the distant horizon. Yet when one sits in its shadow, it is strong and mighty. From west to east and north to south it truly is majestic. Each time I stop and see its beauty, I know there must be a Creator. One that created all. There is a God--of this I'm sure.