In Nature

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