Shrouded in the great and amazing mystery of eternity, before one star revolved in its sphere, before one angel moved his wing, God was! His own infinite presence filling all space. All time, to Him, is but as the heaving of a breath, the beat of a pulse, the twinkling of an eye!
This is the Being to whom I can look up with sweetest confidence, and call "My Father!" This is the Infinite One, whom "the Heaven of Heavens cannot contain," whom I call "My God!"