Betty Harp Butler Poet Rhyme

Our Father Owns It All

Our Father Owns It All

By Betty Harp Butler

Our Father owns the cattle
On ten-thousand hills-
The sheep in every fold.
The birds are His messengers.
Daily He sends them out-
With their joyful songs.
We can listen to them and behold.

We too are His handiwork.
We were the crown of all creation.
He made us for His fellowship.
What a joyful, joyful gift-
People for all the Nations!

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Beata Agustin October 26, 2020 at 2:56 AM Thanks for sharing this. God be praised and thanked for His gift offered through Christ for our fellowship with Him. God bless you.

Kim Rodrigues May 6, 2020 at 11:02 PM Nice message.