God's Power Is Fathomless

R-ain and cold chill disappear, E-arly morning March nine; L-onely evening has faded, Yes, another birth is N-ow fine. G-ray shadows have vanished, A-fter the long night is gone; R-ays from the beacon shine, U-sing the break of dawn. N-ew day has broken, as the dark dusk is over; G-reen blades are swaying, while the butterflies flutter. E-ach flower feeds the bees, B-irds chirp then soar up high; U-nder their wings and speed, E-xtraordinarily, they sing and fly. N-othing in this whole world is in vain, futile, and useless; G-od's creation is wonderful, His power is fathomless.