Good Job, God, Keep Up the Good Work!

As I was rapturously admiring the beautiful day here in northern Virginia, with birds singing and bright sunshine and green grass and leafy multitudes of foliage towering majestically all around, I thought to myself: Good job, God, keep up the good work!  Is it impious to put thanks to and praise of the Almighty in so sporty a fashion, in words a baseball coach may say to his team in a huddle?  Perhaps the expression is of some use if it summarizes a little of the meaning that is better expressed in the prayers of great saints like St. John Chysostom, St. Macarius and St. Basil, for the weak-minded, such as myself, to whom their far loftier and more beautiful words can seem, when the mind is too lazy to rise to meet them, opaque.