Who Controls Nature
As Monarchs flutter within my yard,
Preparing for their trip so hard.
Not aimlessly fluttering to and fro,
God spoke it once and made it so.
The sound of Geese now fill the sky,
To winter home they now must fly.
How do they know when time to go?
God spoke it once and made it so.
Squirrel's, no busier could they be,
Storing nuts from a backyard tree.
Why at this time, how did they know?
God spoke it once and made it so.
A quick glance downward at my feet,
A trail of ants seen with winters meat.
How can lowly ants work like a pro?
God spoke it once and made it so.
These things I've seen within my yard,
The explanation given is not so hard.
God didn't create and then let go,
God spoke it once and made it so.
As I look at nature each day I see,
Beauty that didn't just happen to be.
One must but look to surely know,
God spoke it once and made it so.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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