My heart so full, tis sure to pop
My brain’s elated, I can’t stop
I view outside, what do I see
This image God has made for me.
There’s such rare beauty to be found
From azure sky with its surround
Like all the joy He’s gifted me
His heaven, earth, His world to see !
The earth is round and full of strife
From sea to sea it teems with life
It’s full of valleys, mountains high
Where giant peaks reach for the sky.
Trillions of acres garbed in green
Four hundred billion birds are seen
Where eighty billion souls may be
Before this life will set us free
A world of sound, eclectic light
An image of God’s Own insight !
Now I have trod ten thousand miles
Up hills and dales passed country stiles
I’ve climbed the steps to reach the sky
Both night and day as clouds rolled by.
I’ve dreamt the way that scholars do
Mindful of all that can be true
My heart and soul are caught in it
Somehow it all just seems to fit.
Let’s thank the Lord for His great gifts
As through our lives His beauty sifts !
I love You Lord, please take my hand
And lead me to the Promised Land
Show me the path to Latter Days
That I may follow in Your ways
Each child that listens soon will hear
God’s loving Message on his ear
Trust in the Lord, He will not fail
The world is His, each hill and vale
Like every thing the eye can see
Is made by Him for you and me !
AMEN.
I’m often amazed by facts I see
Of how our Lord helps both you and me
And thus He tends our world from up high
In heaven as He is passing by.
While the leaves do fall and dissipate
On ground beneath, there hover and wait
For rains to fall on assorted roots
Where the winds wake up the tender shoots.
Cycles of life going on and on
A method we all depend upon
Such glorious plans that He provides
Assuring all creation survives !
I see the rain now tumbling down
Like teardrops rushing to the ground
The Power it accompanies
Is Parent to all plants and trees.
How splendid is the light He brings
To all of this world’s living things
For even mountains rise with time
While valley levels will decline,
How wonderful it is to be
Creations of God’s Entity !
Oh wicked wind where have you been
What kind of trouble are you in
You’ve set your aim upon the waves
And sent great ships unto their graves.
You’ve damaged all the tallest sails
With wild velocity of gales
You’ve churned the sea into a broil
Unfit for gentleman or churl.
All islands are in fear of you
Because of ravages you do
The mountains cower under seige
Due to the damages you leave.
The sands of deserts crowd the air
Because your strength does tarry there
Where do you fit into God’s scheme
I do not know, I can but dream !
