Though marred by the stains our own grievous sins against a holy God, we are nonetheless the crown of his Creation clothed in the glory and honor of the image of the Creator himself. As loudly as all Creation in its vast beauty screams of the glory of its Maker, its worship will always fall short without a tongue to articulate its praises. Without a mind to comprehend just a bit of an infinite God. Without a heart to love him and without a soul to rejoice in his vast love for us and in all that he has done.