How blind I would be,
If I could not see,
The beauty of this creation,
And what it was meant to be.

The overwhelming beauty,
Of the mighty ocean waves,
The mountains steep,
Filled with ancient caves.

I'd have to be blind,
If I failed to see,
The forest tall and green,
Watered by sparkling, rippling streams.

Animals grazing on lush green grass,
And drinking from a cool rippling brook,
Tells us of the greatness of God,
And the miracle it took.

As the deer panteth,
After the cool spring water...
Our souls panteth after thee,
Our loving, heavenly Father.

To Him I give all honor and glory,
For He has made it all.
The glorious seasons of the year,
The golden leaves and beauty in the Fall.

Faye Reyenga ©
3 / 12 / 2007
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