When in spring the flowers bloom
The blossoms help me see
That Yah can cause His love and truth
To blossom deep in me
When I see the blades of grass
Each different, yet the same
I see that, though unique, we all
Are made to praise His Name
When I see some old, gray sticks
Aflame in smoky haze
I ask, “Please burn my mortal self
with passion for Your ways!”
When I see the mighty trees
That once were nuts, I see
That He can take my tiny self
And use me mightily
When I see the animals
Whom Yah creates and feeds
I know that if He cares for them
He cares for all my needs
When I see the dawning sun
I think about His light
That always shines and never leaves
In any dreadful night
When I see the stars above
I know He named them all
And, yes, He also knows my name
And hears me when I call
When I see the glowing moon
I know that it is true
That He Who guides the moon through space
Will guide me onward too
When I see the sky above
I know that I shall be
With Him Who made the whole wide world
For all eternity
Another lovely poem by Faith Williams!
He is omnipresent… and your poem reminds us that He is seen in all of His creation!
Thank you! Yes, He can certainly be seen anywhere outside!
Indeed! He can!