~ The World that He Hath Made

The beauty of the world I see
penetrates deep into me 
a sky so clear, bright and soft
to hold majestic clouds aloft.

This sky dost touch the ground of gold

Its presence always softly bold.

These trees speak of lasting life

through storm and heat, all kinds of strife.

Streams and creeks that flow around

Springs that flow right from the ground. 

Grass that glides with wind along

To blow and guide all life long.

Seasons allow the change to run,

To see that beauty has begun;

They come and go like day andnight;
Their hope is like the moon so bright

That yet in deep and darkness night

The moon shows promise through its light, 

That day will surely come again 

(He'll hide is face to say just when).

And oh that sun in majesty 

That spreads it light so all might see

The world that's simply our's to know

And from this place our life to grow.

We'll praise thee, God, who let's me see

The world that you hath made for me. 

                   ~ Claire R        10/8/16