The Fathers Handiwork
The Father’s Handiwork
The Christian truly appreciates
The Father’s handiwork of nature;
Perceives His love in every twinkling star;
Every beautiful, still lake a picture.
He sees His love in every flower bud,
Shrub and each variety of tree.
Gives thanks with adoration
For each mountain, river and sea.
God speaks to us in His word,
But His nature speaks as well.
A continuous love story
Each creation to man does tell.
So often in his hussle and bussle,
Man glazes over God’s love;
Fails to see his many blessings
Flowing from God’s throne room above.
Man is often perplexed
By the number of his cares.
He stresses over little things;
Feels the whole world he bears.
But this is truly not the case;
The Father watches over us all.
His handiwork’s so complex
From the ant hill to mountains tall.
The Father’s Handiwork of nature
Is so intricate in its design,
Only God can create such order
Amongst His creatures at one time.
Every bird that sweetly sings
And every bee that visits His flowers,
Has the Father’s creative design connection
That belongs to God, not ours!
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
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