Environmental

Steal not those things from nature, which God, has made for all. That babbling brook, that lilied field, or the stately Redwood tall. Pollute not our mountain streams nor loose things in the air. These things no man can ever own, God's placed them in our care. He's placed upon a thousand hills, the cattle there to graze. Eyes of faith he's blessed us with, as we peer through life's haze. Still not those babies yet unborn, being loaned to us to raise. But with love correct and nurture them, While giving God all the praise. I've no idea just how big God is, just that he's big enough. To right the wrongs that man has done, For him no jobs too tough.