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!
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2020
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