All These Things

The trees stand so tall and stately, as their arms reach up so high,
As I sit and gaze across the clear blue sky.

I can feel the wind as it blows its breath upon me,
It seems so calm and gentle and as crisp as a cool breeze.

I can almost sense a tingling shiver,
As I look across the White River.

I can feel God's presence near,
As I sit and linger here.

I can see the birds soaring up so high,
As I view the mountains, that seem to touch the sky.

As I behold the beauty of all these things,
I am reminded of God's love, what a comfort it brings.

Copyright1999-Galia Cockerham

The heavens declare the glory of God; and
the firmament sheweth his handiwork.
Psalm 19:1